Its Saturday, but this is Friday’s blog post. Sorry.
Had a wonderful beginning to my day. A text message from my veterinarian. As you know, my dog Taffy was in hospital last week and had surgery. You may remember my description of the drives to San Jose. Those were awful as well. Anyway, Taffy ended up having her spleen removed due to a large tumor inside of it. Well, they did send it out for biopsy. Results arrived yesterday. Vet called first thing this morning. To put it straight, she has metastasizing cancer, very aggressive. The little cancer cells are free floating in her bloodstream looking for organs to stick to. Vet says there are treatments but they are very expensive and very unlikely to help. She has 2 weeks to 2 months to live. He is sorry. Me too.
Not sure really what to do. We know the end game when we get a pet. They dont live but 10 to 15 years. We can have several in our lifetimes. But, at the end its still a shock and still incredibly sad. And we have to sit around and wait and watch and then take her into the vet for the last time. And its the Christmas season when all is joy and happiness.
Taffy is my sons dog. He got her when he was 12. She always slept under the covers with him at night. One day, he went to college and we inherited that duty. Its going to be tough for awhile without all the dogs. All three have been with us the last 13 years. I have not lost a dog in 15 years. I dont want to remember what its like. Unfortunately I will be reminded.