I had posted this earlier on this thread:
When I was first diagnosed, it was that dog day afternoon feeling. That feeling nobody wants and nobody likes dealing with. Heavy and uncomfortable. Sort of like Pacino in Dog Day Afternoon. Running around like a chicken without a head. What else could go wrong? Now, it's tied to our dog, Max, who was diagnosed last October with prostate cancer at the human age of 63 (9 in dog years). Same age as when I was diagnosed last year. There's no real cure for Pca in dogs and life expectancy is around a year. He's had radiation and 2 Chemo treatments so far. It weighs heavy on me that I have a chance and he doesn't. So now, we hang out on the couch. The two of us. Me letting him out to pee and watching him sleep. Just like any other dog would do on those dog day afternoons.
Saipan Paradise said...
Dogdays, that’s an amazing story. I feel for Max. Wishing him a happy ending!
Our oldest dog is 9 too.
Yesterday, Max lost his battle with prostate cancer. The cancer had spread to two of his legs and was thought to have spread throughout his body. He endured 20 SBRT treatment, and chemo, which did a great job on the prostate. Unfortunately, it had probably already spread. Three weeks ago, he was able to walk and get around. In the time since, he had to be carried and supported. He lost weight, and was in a lot of pain, even on his meds. Sunday night, he was up crying most of the night and in the morning, we had a talk. I know he didn’t want to leave, for us, but I told him he could. I told him who to find on the other side of the bridge. During the day, he was so quiet and peaceful. He left us last night and is no longer in any pain. Like most family pets, he was a big part of our family. Now we are in pain, but will cherish the memories and love he shared with us. I miss him so much already. I used to say to him, “just you and me bubba” regarding our cancer. Now, it’s just me. Life isn’t going to ever be the same now that he’s gone.
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