ten year old dober cross, big couch potato. Dozer came into our lives from a wonderful rescue Hand Me Down Dobes. We had recently lost our heart dog, Brinks, to bone cancer. Brinks was one of a kind and only lived seven years before bone cancer got him. Buried here on the farm and I say hello every morning as I pass his grave on the way to the barn.
After a few months, we missed the presence of dogs in the house and picked up a pound puppy. Not too long after, we were given the clear to adopt from the Dobie rescue. Nearly a year old, this big dumb dog knew nothing and earned his name, Dozer, because he had no idea about personal space issues. He even broke my two year old son's collar bone accidently plowing Daniel over in the driveway once!
These two dogs, Dozer and little Jinx have grown up together here and while they never compared to our dog Brinks, they turned out to be good dogs. Dozer has started to "look old". He's gone from a sleek powerhouse of a handsome dog to old, greasy, stinky, lumpy, farty dog as old dogs will do.
He's been stiff off and on the last few months and we have tossed around starting him on old dog supps. But yesterday morn the limping on his front leg was more noticable. By days end, he was really lame and by this morn, non weight bearing.
I have a great great vet clinic that does all our work, large and small. I got him in this afternoon and told my guy point blank, I think it's cancer. After a lengthy exam and several xrays from all angles, my gut instinct was confirmed.
Now it's pain care and getting ready for the beginning of the end. He's sleeping soundly from the torbo tranq but now I have to figure out when is the right time to break it to the kid. My son is pretty sensitive and this will be his first loss.
I'm so very sorry. Lost my childhood-into-adulthood spaniel to cancer (but she was an aged gal anyway). Now I'm in the midst of a post-operative crisis with my dobe. *sigh* Those 4-legged pups can sure put a hole in the heart.
Lost 2 Danes this way. One day their legs were "clean" and the next day the joint was swollen as big as an orange. You'll know when it is time. Sorry.
We had a female ten-year old Lab that had a mass cell on her foot. After 16 radiation treatments (be prepared, they are rough at the end), she lived eight more years. She never had any more signs of Cancer...just died of old age at 18 years of age. Good luck!
Oh what a rough night. Sat the seven year old down for a deep conversation about what is happening to the dog he grew up with. lots of sadness and confusion, hard questions, honest answers. lots of tears. Thank you to my parents who allowed me to be involved early in my life with pet care and death so I could be prepared for this part of parenting. I want my son to understand as best he can the whats and whys of when a pet gets sick and we have to euth.
We talked about the disease and that it's a mystery that isn't solved yet. We talked about what happens when we euth and why we do it to end suffering so a pet can have a peaceful death. We talked about burying him and what happens to his body in the ground and his spiritual essense, how that lives on in our hearts where love lives. We talked about not knowing today what day he's going to die but knowing that it's coming and we can help him stay comfortable. Poor little guy. He's really sad and feels horrible.
Please keep Dozer and Daniel in your thoughts as a little boys loses his first dog to bone cancer. Ugh this is gonna be a rough few weeks as Dozers pain takes over and Daniels grief grows.
So sorry. I know only too well what you're going through. My heart dog was diagnosed a month ago today. A friend's roti was diagnosed one day after mine and was put down day before yesterday. I was at least relieved to hear that they were able to control the pain so he was still eating well and delightedly greeting people to the end. They put him down when he couldn't get up anymore-- the same stage at which I put down my 15 year old lab in 2005.
It might seem a small blessing that we are, at least, able to do so much more for our animals' pain than we can people's, but to me it seems huge.
Not enough to compensate for the loss of my beloved dog, but a blessing nonetheless.