Klause was very quiet and
glassy eyed after the biopsy for a day and we were
quite depressed. The news finally came that the
biopsy wasn't conclusive and to be sure he
suggested doing surgery to get a better sample. By
then I had found this site and had the unhappy
knowledge of the frequency of cancer in the
Rottweiler. We decided not to do further surgery
on Klause since even the biopsy had really taken a
toll. The vet didn't think amputation was a good
idea and we took him home with a big bottle of
Rimadyl to help his pain and swelling. We were
devastated and didn't really know what to expect,
but the vet said we'd know when he was in too much
pain and to enjoy him until then.
So we took the legs off his
favorite chair so he could get into it easier, and
we kept an eye on him. He seemed to be in great
spirits, even right through March. We kept giving
him Rimadyl, and he complained very little, all
things considered. He seemed to whine at night
when we went up to bed, but we think it was more
because he was separated from us by the stairs.
When we first learned of his
cancer the vet advised us to confine him and not
allow him to try stairs or anything that might
lead him to break the weakened leg. At first we
used gates and locks, but soon he learned not to
even attempt stairs through his own common sense.
I had a party on the
Saturday before he died -- he was his usual social
self and loved the attention. He loved the treats
he got and everyone commented on what a great dog
he was. But by Monday night his leg was swollen to
twice the size it had been and he was struggling
to breathe.