Mufasa had some cysts taken off last week. The night of the surgery, after the anesthesia had worn off, around 3 a.m. or so, we heard him crying. He stood by the bed and just wimpered. I got him water; I let him out. All the stinker wanted was to lie tight in next to us, really on top of me, in bed! Took up nearly my whole side once he got settled!
It turns out one was cancer. The vet called and said, “It’s adenocarcinoma. A bad cancer.” Just when we had decided we’d get a king-sized bed so M could spend the rest of his nights snuggled up with us, the vet said the next day he’s pretty sure he got it all and it was non-invasive. He’s 95% sure he should be fine. Still, I found a veterinary oncologist in Zurich who said if it was her she’d take some x-rays and ultrasounds to see what’s happening in there.
I’m glad to do that, because I’d seen the tumor for a long time and taken him to two different vets who told me he was fine before I finally asked the guy to take it out anyway. I knew all along it wasn’t right. There were clear signs I chose to ignore because I thought I was overreacting or something. Note to self: when stuff like that happens, trust your instincts. Have you ever ignored the signs?
And another thing. This made me realize two things:
1. I know Mufasa’s a big dog and big dogs don’t live so long. The vet in Colorado told me not to expect more than 6 to 8 years from him and he’s 8 this summer… but I gotta tell you, Mufasa not being with us doesn’t really work for us. We spend so much time just watching, playing with, caring for and downright loving this dog. We’ve decided he’s not like other dogs. If we could have him cloned at that sheep place at the University of Idaho, we totally would, all ethical considerations be damned. And then we’d let him raise his puppy self. What a kick we all would get out of that!
2. The other thing I realized is that soooo many people have gotten a lot out of knowing Mufasa. Hordes of Japanese tourists have photos of him. (Bizarre, but true. He seems to fit some cultural thing they have about white and fluffy = cute.) People all over the world seem to realize, “If Mufasa can visit five-star hotels in Europe then by golly, so can I!” He is loved far and wide. Not to mention the distinct brand of wisdom he seems to promote and produce.
So, I have started to collect lessons people have learned from Mufasa. This will surely be some other blog or book or something… PLEASE send me any thoughts you have on what you’ve learned from Mufasa. He’ll just love hearing from you!
I’ve learned from Mufasa that…
A pork chop won’t go down the hatch in one fell swoop. – B., Zurich
Stinky is good. Of course you should eat it.
Stick with the people who stroke you. (Or feed you. Or are doing something fun. Or look happy to see you.)
Most people are good.
If they don’t see you, it didn’t happen.
…you can follow your heart – or any group of hikers that looks interesting – go have a great time, and then you can find your way back home again. And your family will then be extra happy to see you. – Beth, Boulder
It’s all about living in the Now. ‘What are we doing now?’ ‘I’m hungry now.’ ‘Ooooh, I like how you’re petting me now.’ ‘Is this the right poop spot now?’ There’s no worrying about tomorrow or yesterday, there is only now. –Stefan, Lugano This from the Man Who Didn’t Like Dogs
All we have to do is ask ourselves, “What would Mufasa do? Let’s break it down into a few key categories, ‘Can I eat it?’ ‘Can I lick it?’ ‘Will I get a treat if I do this?” – Joseph, Boulder
What have you learned from Mufasa?