Because I wanted to believe it. If I said it often enough, it would be true. Right?
I think all those who heard me understood. Because it is Tag. TagEButt, the Brown Dog, the Chocolate Puppy...the one who has always been my laughter...the one who has always had my heart.
Well, reality has reared its ugly head. Earlier this week, I learned that Tag is going to die. Seriously. He has been diagnosed with Osteosarcoma (bone cancer). At best, he has a few months. At worst, he has a few months.
Tag had been limping for about 2 weeks, for no apparent reason. What I mean by that is that there was no trauma...he hadn't injured himself in any way. On Saturday (July 4th), I noticed a lump/mass on his right side by his shoulder. It was actually quite noticeable, so I'm not sure why I had not seen it before. He does have several lipomas, so perhaps that's where my mind initially went if, in fact, I did notice something there. It doesn't change the outcome, though, so I'm not going to castigate myself for not seeing it sooner. On Tuesday of this past week, I took Tag to see Claire, his vet/my friend. Yes. It is Osteosarcoma. Which is what I suspected.
Because of his age (13+) and several other considerations, I will not be pursuing treatment, but will give him drugs to keep him as comfortable as possible for the short time that we have left together.
He has been on Meloxicam and now will be given Tramadol. Hopefully, that combination will cover his pain as this progresses. Right now, he is his normal, goofy self doing all that he usually does. Oh, my stoic brown dog...just a bit slower. And, with a limp.
|getting some lovin' from Paul and Rachel|
We'll be together for as long as he has good quality of life.
He wants nothing more than to be by my side.
I want nothing more than for him to be there...
"For I know the plans I have for you," declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.". Jeremiah 29:11