Its Cancer

I took my sweet companion Hunter to the vet today. Hunter is merely 6, but has had a hard life.  We rescue/adopted him from the Humane Society 5 years ago when he was one.  Seems he was trouble for his first owners and they had enough of his destroying their home. He was perfect for us, when he came there were only 3 children in the family.  I begged my husband for a big dog, because I knew as we grew in family size that a dog would be the last thing I would convince him of. 

Hard to believe that in 5 short years we also added 5 children to our family...
along with the enormous dog with the fuzzy Polish chicken feet.

The first tumour came in 2007, since then we have battled this strange mass, but today it decided it wanted to take control of all of us.

We were hoping they'd be able to remove the tumour growing in his mouth.  Once before we had surgery for it, this time they said they were positive it was cancer and inoperable.  

I was thankful that my girlfriend Beth insisted to go with me to the appointment.  I didn't think I needed her, but was so glad she was there, because my mind was not working...

The people were talking, I could see there lips moving, but the words didn't make sense.  The receptionist asked me to put my dog on the floor scale.  I didn't know what she meant.  Beth pointed kindly to the huge new floor scale for Hunter to stand on.  How would I get him to stand (he is 125 pound of muscle) on it.  She said, "Didn't you put cookies in your pocket for him Kimmie?"  I was like, "Oh, yeah, thanks Beth."

Beth asked the questions, she dug a little deeper, when my throat just felt thick and tears wanted to pour out on the floor.  This is my dog they were standing there moving their lips about.  All those big words meant that soon I would be without him.  Too soon.

My heart hurts, as there are no other options for us, but to decide when to make his final trip to the vet.  He isn't suffering (yet) but we know he is beginning to feel uncomfortable, as the tumour has grown considerably. 

If you think of us, would you pray.  I am so sad. I know he is a dog, but he is mine.  I love him, even if he is a lumpy dog who doesn't listen so well. 

In a lot of ways, I think we are a lot alike.