This Dog continues to amaze me every day. Our golden retriever Sheba is 11, almost 12 years old, fighting cancer and arthritis and yet she is still going strong. Just last night she was barking at Luke over a toy, then happily tearing said toy apart, and when I walked in the room once her front legs were up on his back. As I am writing this on Thursday evening, she was just on the bed barking at the UPS truck!
This dog is endlessly patient with an annoying little brother and a sometimes snarky, ball hogging older sister.
This dog is blessedly oblivious to being sick, and sometimes I wish I could be blissfully ignorant too. I don’t want to feel sorry for us, because the truth is we are blessed. It has been over a year and a half since her original cancer diagnosis, and for almost all of that time, other than when recovering from surgeries and struggling with a UTI (or something), she has been feeling good and enjoying life, without any conventional treatment.
This dog is excited about her supper, even after spending the morning at the vet’s office. One of the techs told me that she wasn’t nervous at all being there, and that is unusual for her.
This dog licked her bowl clean and came looking for more. Considering that she had a spell where she didn’t want to eat much, this really makes us happy.
This dog had us fooled, because we felt sure that her illness was not progressing quickly, and that she had fought off the UTI she had. But her last urine test said otherwise; there was still blood in her urine. Our vet wanted to do an ultrasound of her bladder to see if something else was going on. What he found was a mass above her abdomen – more cancer – and subsequent x-rays of her lungs showed the cancer there has been spreading as well.
This dog smiles no matter what, and keeps me smiling through my tears.
This dog is consuming all of my worry, sapping my creativity, sucking up my time, and making me unable to focus some days. Every time I think I’ll catch up on things again, I’m back on that roller coaster ride of her health and nothing gets done.
This dog has my heart completely, and she is going to break it into a million pieces when she has to go. All we can do is hope and pray that every morning when we wake up she will still be feeling well and ready to fight on for another day.
*I promise it’s not all sadness and tears around here. We really are doing our best to just help Sheba to enjoy each and every day. The news from the vet on this day was just tough to hear – though not totally unexpected.