It’s been a long two weeks with Gracie…trips to the vet, constantly watching for any changes, monitoring pain, praying for the best…
We had decided to have the vet do surgery. We called to schedule and the earliest appointment we could get was next Wednesday. The vet had scheduled time away and that’s the only time it would fit in.
Last night I got home late from a visit to Country Threads. Gracie was happy to see me. Hubby had been in and out checking on her all day and she was her new normal self…still sick but happy.
After about a half hour of me being home, things turned awful. She was panting and gasping. I finally got her to take some more pain meds even though she wasn’t suppose to have more I just couldn’t stand to see her hurting.
Right then and there Hubby and I decided that we would call and look and search until we could find a vet to do the surgery the next day.
This morning we called our vet. They had two cancellations and could get her in. I dropped her off this morning. Shortly after I got home the vet called. The tumor was egg sized and on her kidney. Her spine was inflamed indicating probably lymphoma. We could have had her kidney removed but it would be quite invasive and risky only to have her live with lymphoma. The vet didn’t give her long to live in that state and predicted more suffering. We opted to put her to sleep.
I am so sad. The house is quiet. I am going through the work of vacuuming the dog hair off the couch, cleaning up dog toys, and laundering the kennel blanket. It’s a sad mournful process. Oh, I will miss her. She was such a big part of my life…my little buddy.
Gracie was a rescue dog….one of the night when Gracie was feeling so sick, my daughter, while petting her, said, “How could anyone have not wanted you?” I wondered the same things a million times.
Good-bye my true and faithful friend. You were a great dog!