Last year I lost 3 of my dogs in quick succession.
Cappy started to look off in January but I put it down to the horrid heat. He kept degenerating slowly and eventually was at the vets who could not diagnose him. By the time I got him to the specialist 4 hours away it was far too late. He paid the price for my trust of the vets. He had a stomach cancer and died whilst having a CT. I know it was his time because he said goodbye - it is hard to explain. 11 years together, gone so quickly.
He died in July.
In August Flash became ill - vomiting, etc. The vet said it was pancreatitis - and I asked about cancer and ultrasound. They dismissed me and the long and short of it is that he bled to death in the back of my car as I rushed him to Melbourne. He had haemangiosarcoma and his death was senseless and painful. We only had about 3 years together - through which I healed most of his scars with good food and care, through which we lived through Bloat and through which we built a relationship that was special in its own way.
A week later, Billie, a rescue girl I had had for 14 months began to deteriorate. Billie came to me with tumours and I was told she had 6 months or so. We bonded strongly because she was very much like Sandy - a girl I had had pts only a year before because she had had enough. From day 1 she slept on the bed with me and was ready to rip the throat out of anyone who tried to do anything to me. We were strongly bonded. However, watching Flash die in the back of the car, I think she just gave up.
Her tumours didn't kill her, a rare adrenal cancer did.
4 dogs in less than 2 years, three in less than 3 months.
They were all good dogs...
Sandy - the survivor, my teacher
Cappy - my baby, my struggle, my redemption
Flash - doodle head, funny faced old man
Billie - my shadow, my protector, my heart
RIP
Billie, Cappy and Flash
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