March 2013
I have the best Granddog in the world. Dazey is a Catahoula/Pit mix
with cracked glass eyes - which means she has a blue eye with a brown
spot and a brown eye with a blue spot. She is smart, sweet and even
tempered. When she was 4 years old, she was diagnosed with EPI, which
means that her pancreas doesn't produce enzymes. She was eating and
eating and starving to death. My daughter bought pig pancreas, blended
it and mixed it with her food. After a couple of years, the EPI went
into remission for a few years. About 4 years ago, it came back. Then
also came diabetes, when her pancreas just quit.
Amongst this
litany of ill health, she has been a wonderful friend, companion and fur
baby to my daughter. We have worked very hard at keeping her going
because she is such a wonderful girl and still happy. But now, at the
age of 13 1/2, she is too sick to be fixed. She has very aggressive
pneumonia, a collapsed lung, her diaphragm is out of place, her stomach
is in the wrong spot and there are what appear to be cancerous lesions
in her chest. So this will be her last week. True, I am sad about
this. I will miss our baby. She was my dog to start with and I have
helped to care for her for the past year. But the thing that is truly
tearing me apart is that this will break my baby girl's heart and there
is nothing I can do about it. I can't fix this.
She has been a blessing to everyone who knows her.
To be human
is to love that which is mortal
clasp them tightly to your bones
Then release them
when it's time for them to go.
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