So I’m gonna type this out once and try very hard to not dwell. If you are a regular reader of this blog (the two of you, and thanks!!) you know that I love my dogs ridiculously tons. Both yellow labs. Both rescue. Both getting up there in age–joints are a little creaky, and like all of us in the same boat, the spirit may be willing, but the body would like to rest first, thank you very much.
I found out yesterday that Baxter has cancer. He’s an old dog-we aren’t going to put him through a biopsy to find out what kind, nor are we going to put him through surgery and chemo. We’re just going to keep him as comfortable as possible, while the two tumors growing on his liver gradually take him over. As long as he is happy and tail-waggy, we’ll keep giving him the heart pills and the liver pills and the pills that make him pee. As soon as his head droops, though, and he’s not loving life, we’re going to let him go. Then I’ll probably curl up into a ball and cry.
Sydney does not have cancer. Turns out she has pneumonia. Like Bax, she’s an old dog, and she’s having trouble getting over it. She wheezes and hacks and trembles and tries so hard to just breathe. She’s always had allergies and skin sensitivities (if you want a lab someday, be forewarned–yellow labs tend to have skin problems like that) but it just seems to get worse every year.
My poor dogs. And poor me. ‘Cause I love them so much. Hopefully, Syd will get better soon, and hopefully I have a while longer with Bax. But I think once they’re gone, I’m not gonna be a pet owner for a while.
















