SuzanneC
Super Boxer
My dear, sweet Cookie, 14 years old, went to the bridge today.
She received her lymphoma diagnosis about six weeks ago. This was the fourth cancer diagnosis for her in the last 2.5 years, but was the one we knew we couldn't beat. We tried chemotherapy in an attempt to prolong her good quality of life, but the last few days have been a struggle to keep her feeling well. Last night she took a turn for the worse, and this morning she was no better. For the first time in her life, I heard her whine in pain.
I took her to work with me, and spent my time between appointments just sitting quietly with her. When the clinic closed for the day, my parents, brother, and boyfriend came to be with Cookie and I, and we released her from her failing body to go to the bridge.
Letting Cookie go is the hardest thing I've ever done. I got her when she was 9 weeks old and I was 14 years old. We grew up together. I never dreamed she would live until I graduated from vet school, much less two years past, but she was a tough old girl. The house is lonely and empty without her. I have left her dishes and her blankets just as she left them, and I don't know when I will be able to bring myself to move them. I have piles of food, treats, and medications that I guess I will donate to other sick dogs.
I guess the question we all ask is, how do we go on? How will I deal without her woowoowooing in the morning for her breakfast? Who will eat my steak scraps? Who will lay on my feet when my toes get cold?
Cookie is free of her pain. I hope she has found Gretel and they are romping together at the bridge. I will miss her for the rest of my life.
Run free, Cookie. Until we meet again.
She received her lymphoma diagnosis about six weeks ago. This was the fourth cancer diagnosis for her in the last 2.5 years, but was the one we knew we couldn't beat. We tried chemotherapy in an attempt to prolong her good quality of life, but the last few days have been a struggle to keep her feeling well. Last night she took a turn for the worse, and this morning she was no better. For the first time in her life, I heard her whine in pain.
I took her to work with me, and spent my time between appointments just sitting quietly with her. When the clinic closed for the day, my parents, brother, and boyfriend came to be with Cookie and I, and we released her from her failing body to go to the bridge.
Letting Cookie go is the hardest thing I've ever done. I got her when she was 9 weeks old and I was 14 years old. We grew up together. I never dreamed she would live until I graduated from vet school, much less two years past, but she was a tough old girl. The house is lonely and empty without her. I have left her dishes and her blankets just as she left them, and I don't know when I will be able to bring myself to move them. I have piles of food, treats, and medications that I guess I will donate to other sick dogs.
I guess the question we all ask is, how do we go on? How will I deal without her woowoowooing in the morning for her breakfast? Who will eat my steak scraps? Who will lay on my feet when my toes get cold?
Cookie is free of her pain. I hope she has found Gretel and they are romping together at the bridge. I will miss her for the rest of my life.
Run free, Cookie. Until we meet again.
girl,run pain free with all the others who are waiting for you at the Bridge:(
