My dog had 3 legs from bone cancer. Before surgery I had to decide if I was going ahead with it for her or me.
It was a slow recovery but I was amazed by her strength and her trust. After she fully recovered I watched like a hawk for signs it returned. It did but in a different form. Sneaky thing, cancer.
The night before I put her down I tried to squelch the tears and she licked my face to comfort me which made things worse. But I was there for her. It was my last promise, my last gift to her. Afterwards I was in a daze for months. Little reminders of the intense connection between us kept popping up. God!
Then one night as my grief had become more tempered I woke up and she was on the bed looking at me. She was telling me she was ok. She looked so good and she had all 4 legs. I didn’t want to close my eyes and I stared at her for as long as I could, but of course…
Your love for her will always be there and trust me she knows that. That is a connection that will never be broken. You will grieve as you must and she will be there for you. The purity and devotion of a dog’s love infuses us. That is their gift.
I always laugh because when I would go to a party as things went late into the evening I would say I had to go - the dog, you know. Non dog owners would just look at you like you were nuts. Dog owners would nod with compete understanding and compassion. They got it. You didn’t need to say anything else.
We get it. From day 1 to the last day and beyond, we get it. Hugs to you!
T
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