My apologies to the movie with the same name . . .
I took Rocky to the vet on Saturday for his annual wellness check. Usual stuff – shots, heartworm test, physical exam, check his poo sample for parasites.
While I was there, I talked to our lovely vet about Rocky’s weight. It seems to me that he’s been losing weight and he seems to be a bit on the thin side to me. And I’m worried that there might be something wrong with him . . . he seems fine . . . his activity level is fine, his appetite is fine, he acts like he always has but sometimes he just seems a bit “off” and it worries me. Okay, I’m paranoid and over-reacting because I didn’t notice Fluff was sick until it was too late to do anything to help him.
Lovely Vet explained that Rocky’s weight is fine for him. He weighed over 90 lbs four years ago and he’s steadily losing weight as part of a program (reduce the amount of food and increase his activity). Since he and Millie have lost the weight, they are more active, which helps them keep the weight off and lose additional weight. He assured me that Rocky was fine but ordered some blood work just to be sure.
That was Saturday morning and I’ve been a mess ever since. I’m convinced “something” is wrong with Rocky and it’s going to be horribly serious and I have to face it alone and . . . and . . . and . . . you name the horrible scenario and I’ve imagined it.
Lovely Vet promised he would call me on Monday morning to let me know the results. Bless his heart, that’s exactly what he did. And the news was wonderful. There is absolutely nothing wrong with any of Rocky’s test results. I can increase food a little bit as long as he continues to be active and I can take him back in two months for a weight check. Lovely Vet assured me that Rocky is a very healthy “middle aged” dog and that I’m taking very good care of him.
After spending the weekend convinced I was a horrible dog mother, it’s nice to have someone “in charge” tell me I’m doing something right.