La Sita Bonita

 Sita, my little red Siberian, also known as Bonita, or Bumblebee, or, “the good one,” because of course there is another, is in the animal hospital right now. An x-ray taken two days ago showed some kind or other of mass in her abdomen, so today she's having more x-rays, an ultrasound, and maybe even exploratory surgery.

The possibilities seem endless, and all of them suck, She could have some sort of infection, or a cancer, or a vaguely defined distension of her stomach. Maybe even Addison's Disease. Of all the available options, at this point I think I'm pulling for Addison's Disease, but it's early days yet, and anything could still happen.

All this babble is mostly just a way of putting off saying how completely terrified I am. Sita isn't just the good one, she's also the sweet one, and the cuddly baby, and the monkey of the family. I found her through the luckiest accident imaginable, and now, 5 ½ years later, can't imagine what I could have done to deserve the unimaginable bad luck of losing her so soon. It seems impossible. What kind of bad Karma can a dog possibly accrue, that such a thing should happen to her.

Sita likes to play silly, cuddly games. I keep thinking about the feeling of her solid little body wiggling through my arms, curled up with me on her side, at night, or sprawled out on her back, begging silently for a belly rub, hitting at me with her front paw if I don't get the message on my own.

Sita has a lot to say. She's a very opinionated dog, woo-woo-wooing at me all the time, the way Siberians do. Telling me to hurry up and bring her and Sasha, my big white Siberian, their breakfast, or scolding me for leaving them home alone for so long, or encouraging me to stop being so dull and serious, and just play with her for a while. Woo – woo – woo, all day long. I'm sure the neighbors love me.

Have I mentioned yet, that I am terrified for her? The worst case scenarios here are so very, very bad, and the best not all that great. I expected years more of cuddly, wiggly, singing Sita, and it's possible I might not get them. I don't know how to do this, have no idea how this is supposed to go.

Comments

[Ophelia]

I'm sorry and I will definitely be thinking of you and Sita.

Bogey had a mass in his chest when he was... I don't remember exactly how old, but I'll estimate 7. They first noticed it bc he was having trouble swallowing and breathing. They took it out and it was a benign tumor.

Hoping for the "best."

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Maybe she flunked out of school, but she has that doggiepersonality that most people love!
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