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Nine months ago today, Lou-Lou and I went into Fountain Vet to go to see Dr. Pete for a routine dental exam. It was April. I talked to Lou all the way into the clinic, like I always did, and told him that he really needed to quit having his steamy snackie treats in the backyard so we didnt have to do so many dentals. When Dr. Pete asked to do a pre-dental x-ray due to a newly found heart murmur, I immediately told him of course. We gotta protect the little dudes ticker while he is under. When Dr. Pete came back into the room, I knew immediately the news wasnt good. I knew we would do whatever we would have to do to help our dude through whatever was about ready to come at us. It was lung cancer. Inoperable lung cancer. So our journey began.... The first 48 hours werent great, Ill admit it. Lots of tears, lots of squeezing the little dude and him looking at us like Hey... are you going to eat that...I have cancer! but we all very quickly came together as a family and decided that we werent going to be the ones to tell our little dude that he has cancer. We were going to live from that moment on and do whatever we could to enjoy whatever time we had left with him. We were going to party it up. We have had many ups and downs in the last nine months. We have had an eye infection that required eye drops every hour around the clock. We have had bloody poop. We had chronic runny poo. We had chicken and rice breakfast and dinners for months on end. We had countless farts and endless hours of snoring. We had 100s of pictures and dozen of tongue sticking out moments. Today when I made an emergency vet appointment, I was only half way expecting the worst but still holding out hope that we would be able to squeeze out a little more time with our dude. When Dr. Pete came back in from doing the x-ray, I once again knew immediately that it wasnt good news. When Pete said that the tumors had taken over Lous lungs and body, I took one look at our guy and I knew that it was just time. So, nine months to day after we found out about Lous cancer/tumor diagnosis, we said one final goodbye to our little dude with him laying in our arms and Dr. Pete taking great care of him. He did not have to go through any pain and he did not suffer. He was licking the air, in typical Lou fashion, until the very end.
Posted on: Fri, 23 Jan 2015 05:03:55 +0000

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