I don't know if I've ever posted before. If I have, it's been a long time. My sweet boy Donovan is turning 11 this Friday. A week ago I noticed his breathing and heart rate seemed abnormal when he crawled under the blankets and snuggled up to me. My friend (a shelter vet) that we're staying with checked his heart and said he has a heart murmur. I made an appointment with his vet for the very next day. It was so hard not being able to go into the vet's office with him because of covid precautions. They took x-rays and ran bloodwork. His bloodwork was normal, but his heart is enlarged. So far there is no sign of fluid in his lungs. He's still running around, playing, and happily eating his food. They suggested an echocardiogram, but we can't get him in until a month from now. I'm so worried about him... Donovan was my first soulmate, my first heart dog. I've had him since I was 18 years old. I brought him home as a tiny puppy a little less than a year after my mom passed away. He helped me so much with the process of grieving the loss of my mother. He has been there for me through so much in my life now. I wouldn't have made it this far without him and his sister-friend, Reese. Words cannot describe how much I love them, and how much they mean to me. But I know that so many of you understand. Please keep us in your thoughts and prayers.