Journeys With Jani

If you’ve been following our little hound dog drama, you know our boy Cash gave us quite the scare. Friday, we came home to find blood—fresh, bright red blood—in various places. At first, we thought maybe he and Shelby had dragged in some poor critter, but nope. Turns out, Cash was bleeding from one nostril.

Other than that, he was his usual happy, nose-to-the-ground self. It stopped quickly, but we took no chances. Greg dropped him off at the vet first thing yesterday morning.

Fast forward to this morning—6:00 a.m. to be exact—Dr. Moore calls. Bloodwork looked great except for anemia. And here’s the kicker: NO cancer, no tumors, no definitive “this is what’s wrong” diagnosis. Just another mystery whatever in Cash’s long history of baffling the medical world.

For those who don’t know, Cash is immune deficient and had his spleen removed a while back. No spleen = slower red blood cell production. So whatever triggered the nosebleed also made his red blood cell count drop in record time.

Bottom line? He’s home. He’s happy. And he’s still Cash.

And between you and me, as much as I love that dog, I’m not sure Greg would’ve survived if the news had been anything serious. I’m pretty fond of the both of them, so I’m grateful we didn’t have to test that theory.

To everyone who sent prayers, checked in, or sent us love—thank you. You’re part of Cash’s village, and we are blessed to have you.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a hound dog who needs a belly rub and a snack.

XOXO, Jani & Cash