When Jon and I flew back to California for Duke, it was one of the happiest weekends of our lives - and a little sad too. Two days beforehand, we learned that Duke had a heart murmur. Without going into detail, once we came home and visited a veterinarian here, we found out the murmur was much worse than we were told.
It was not something that would disappear with age, and Duke would need surgery to live past the age of five. We've kept a close eye on him, but today's visit to the cardiologist didn't go well.
Duke's murmur is worse. It is now severe, and the cardiologist found a new development that she was unable to see before because he was so small. Today we learned that the surgery may not do anything to prolong Duke's life.
So, the waiting game continues as our cardiologist (who is amazing, by the way) shares his case with her colleagues and determines if surgery will be beneficial in any way.
I love this guy so much it's incredible. I can't imagine him not being here for a long time, so Jon and I are keeping our fingers crossed that his bulldog determination will trump the odds.
I apologize for the sad post today. Maybe someday I'll discuss lessons learned about buying from a breeder, research, etc., but now I'm going to smother Duke with hugs until worms away.
Thanks and xoxo,