Living life with a dog with terminal cancer is a difficult thing to do. When we first found out that Wickett had lymphosarcoma we cried a lot. I didn't know what to do. Being 12 hours away, only able to talk to Laura on the phone, was *very* difficult. I just hoped that Wickett would make it until I got home.
Well, it's been two months since we found out. She doesn't eat much anymore, and she has lost weight, but she seems to be doing pretty OK. She doesn't like to spend a lot of time with us like she used to, and she can't stand to be on the bed with us, but she's still around. All you have to do is pull one of her favored toys out and she's ready and rarin' to play.
The other dogs don't seem to understand why we pay so much attention to Wickett. When she's not feeling well she gets grumpy. But on the whole the others have been pretty good.
I just hope the disease takes her in her sleep, peacefully. Between Mattie dying of her aneurysm while out playing, Smokey contracting cancer, Murron getting hit by a car (or shot. We're not sure just which, as we were on vacation at the time) and now Wickett, I don't know if we can take much more. So I just hug her, tell her I love my little Crack Doggie, and assure her that whatever she needs, I'll be there.
In the meantime, I think I'll take her to the beach this weekend. She could use a romp on Sanibel Island.
Well, it's been two months since we found out. She doesn't eat much anymore, and she has lost weight, but she seems to be doing pretty OK. She doesn't like to spend a lot of time with us like she used to, and she can't stand to be on the bed with us, but she's still around. All you have to do is pull one of her favored toys out and she's ready and rarin' to play.
The other dogs don't seem to understand why we pay so much attention to Wickett. When she's not feeling well she gets grumpy. But on the whole the others have been pretty good.
I just hope the disease takes her in her sleep, peacefully. Between Mattie dying of her aneurysm while out playing, Smokey contracting cancer, Murron getting hit by a car (or shot. We're not sure just which, as we were on vacation at the time) and now Wickett, I don't know if we can take much more. So I just hug her, tell her I love my little Crack Doggie, and assure her that whatever she needs, I'll be there.
In the meantime, I think I'll take her to the beach this weekend. She could use a romp on Sanibel Island.
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