It's been too long since my last post -- I have been meaning to write for days. I've gotten my laptop out, set it on the coffee table and there it stayed, closed. Finally, on this Sunday evening, as the sky turns shades of sherbet and the sun sets on yet another perfect Florida day -- sunny, 70, breezy -- I finally feel moved (and brave enough) to write what I have to say without completely falling apart.
I found out on Tuesday that my baby boy, Barney, has cancer. I have known in my heart for months that he's not felt well, but it was finally confirmed by a medical professional. The poor guy has anal gland cancer and it has spread to a couple of lymph nodes.
I took the news with stoicism while at the vet and then proceeded to descend into despair on the way home. Once the tears started, there was no stopping them. I kept rationalizing with myself that he's twelve years old and I knew he'd only be with me a while longer, just by nature, but I never wanted him to suffer.
For now he is on prednisone, acting like a wild-child puppy, eating like a trash can, and has Allan wrapped around his doggy paw. Barn can get him to do anything he desires by using his mischievous blue-eyed stare and that head-tilt that he's famous for. I haven't seen him act this frisky in years. I am tremendously thankful for the medication since it may give him a few weeks/months of playfulness and joy.
I have vowed not to mourn him until he is gone. It upsets him when I'm upset, so I refuse to cry in his presence and do not ponder what's to come for more than a minute or tears spring to my eyes. I want to enjoy every single minute with him, smiling, laughing, playing, sharing people food (finally -- human food without restriction!!) taking walks, snuggling and smelling his doggy scent.
Those of you that I've shared the news with have all said the same thing -- he's been holding on to make sure I'm okay. Our connection is so powerful, he feels my contentment and knows that I have Allan to watch over me and love me, so he feels it's okay to let go now. We also know what a constant struggle his life has been -- one illness or ailment after another; I'm not sure he's ever been physically comfortable in 12 1/2 years.
I am grateful to Allan who invited us into his home, never flinching at the amount of dog hair and throw rugs that have invaded his space. He's been amazing in the face of this tragedy so early in our new life together. His kindness and love have made this horrible news somewhat bearable.
He went with me to the vet for moral support, and Tuesday evening, when I couldn't pull myself together and stop sobbing, he stayed home from work to hold me, let me cry it out, and then had me laughing by night's end. Once again, facing an epic loss and life-altering event, I have a reason to be thankful and feel blessed. Thank you, Allan!
One can never, ever know the unconditional love and joy a dog can bring to life until you've been loved by one, and given that love in return. It is on a level so different than human love because there is no judgment, no disappointment -- just pure adoration and constant forgiveness. Though it is always too short of a time that they are with us, they touch our hearts and change our lives for the better, forever.
"Time is too slow for those who wait, too swift for those who fear, too long for those who grieve, too short for those who rejoice, but for those who love, time is eternity." Henry Van Dyke
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