Well our 2014 is off to to horrible start. It’s with a heavy, heavy heart that I tell you our beloved Labrador Retriever – family member for 9 years – passed last night after a 4 day battle with cancer that we didn’t even know existed until Tuesday. Apparently he had been masking it for a while but started to show signs of being sick and uncomfortable over the weekend. We almost lost him Tuesday night but was able to have a procedure done to give us more time to figure out what was going on. He had an aggressive, large tumor wrapped around his aorta in his heart. They were able to finally tell that it had already spread into his lungs and that nothing would help him. His heart couldn’t take it and we were told he wouldn’t last the night so we helped him cross the Rainbow Bridge.
There is not a more awful feeling in the world than to feel completely helpless when you are the one who is supposed to take care of your 4 legged best friend. That dog loved me more than I probably will ever know. All I do know is that last night he was tired and hurting…I could see in his eyes he had given up. I feel like we should’ve known, we should’ve known sooner that he was sick. But our dear boy never complained, never let on that anything was wrong. His tail wagged until the very end.
In my life I will never know, or have never known a more gentle, kind, patient and loving soul. He helped us raise our kids and has always been there, loving all of us unconditionally. I sit here today with overwhelming sadness and grief and a huge hole in my heart. Such feelings I really never knew I could have. It is such a sad, sad day.