I recently picked up where I left off with finishing the design of my sewing studio. I was very excited to get back on task, now that the craziness of my first fall show of the year is over, but life had other plans.
My 13 year (or older) puppy, Charlie, has stolen the show the last two weeks, between superficial surgeries and biopsies to having an ultrasound of her abdomen turn into emergency(ish) surgery for a tumor removal. That turned out worse than expected with more than 40 tumors in her abdominal organs, thanks to a rare cancer called Disseminated Histiocytic Sarcoma.
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In my lifetime, I’ve been through 15 pets dying and I can surely empathasize with you. It’a so hard to lose someone who has given such unconditional love, and companionship for so long. My heart hurts for you and I will pray that the chemo works, and she will live out her days comfortably.
Oh Jane, I’m so sorry to hear about all this! My thoughts are with you and poor Charlie – I hope the chemo works well!
So sad to hear that you are going through this. Sending thoughts and prayers to you and Charlie and all your family at this time that it may have a much happier resolution that is predicted.
She’s a beautiful girl, and I’m so glad that you were able to love and train her into a happy life. No matter what happens she has been loved and that is something to be proud and glad for.
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I had my Inu. The owners of her Mom told us we could come choose a puppy when they were 4 weeks old????? I knew there was a problem. Like your baby the mother was nothing but bones. Inu was unable to
walk and barley had her eyes open, she could hardly move. Somehow she found the strength to crawl to me.
She was not our sons choice so we put her back with her siblings, she crawled back and then again. She chose us. When we were leaving they asked if we knew of anyone who wanted a black lab, they were giving away the mother also. It was terribly cold outside but we left with one black lab wrapped and carried to the truck, she was to week to walk that far, and one runt of a puppy in my sons coat.
Shadow regained her health as much as she could and was able to nurse Inu in about 5 days. A more loving and grateful dog you would never find. She loved our son. She died of heart failure 6 months later. Our son stayed up with her until he fill asleep sometime after 5am. he waited until he was asleep to pass away.
Inu was the love of our lives and lived with us for 17 years. She stayed glues to me all day the day I had my stroke. That’s how I knew there was a problem and got treatment earlier than I would have if her had not let me know something was wrong. One year later she alerted me to my breast cancer which was borderline stage 3. Once again probably saving my life. The stroke, and the smaller ones to follow set off years of seizures which she and our other dog, Buddy, also a rescued hand me down dog, always let me know were coming.
If you have the chance to save a stray that looks you in the eyes and you know they are speaking to you do it, you will never regret it. Don’t be afraid to take home the sick or the smallest one, they know they have been rescued and they will love you with out question in a way no other can.
I am so sorry you and your quadruped friend have to go through this. She knows you hurt as bad as she does and she loves you that much more because of it.
Oh my gosh, thank you for sharing your story of Shadow and Inu! It’s incredible. I completely agree with what you said “If you have the chance to save a stray that looks you in the eyes and you know they are speaking to you do it, you will never regret it.”
We had to say goodbye Charlie several months after her chemo started, but we knew it was time and she was starting to really suffer. Thank you for your kind words.
All of that rant means mothing but to say you don’t know me but I know it hurts, 13 years later and I still see inu sitting ina patch of wild flowers with white butterflies flying around her just smiling the happiest smile. I digress….I still miss her.
Take care of Charley and yourself.