Foster had to go back to the vet today because he has this awful 'hark' that he cant kick. It's so bad, especially when you are dead asleep -- it makes you sit up straight in bed and jump out of your skin in the middle of the night. There is no way to explain it except it's as if he has a hippopotamus lodged in his throat.
Dr. Andy calls it his 'old man cough.' Since he's 10 we decided to do a thorough check up - blood work, X-rays, the full Monty. This way if it's something we'd catch it, but if it's nothing we'd have a baseline for future illness. Good news is that x-rays show it's fluid in his heart that can be dried up with a couple doses of Benadryl. All his levels from blood work were fantastic too! He's a picture of 112 pound health.
Foster was a trooper and Hill has found his calling. He checked Foster's tonsils with a tongue depressor "Say Ahhhhh Boss-der" and then he decided that he needed to 'cut him' in half with it. Foster was in good hands today.