It is with a heavy heart that I am posting today. Our beautiful little boxer mix 56 is gone.
About 5 weeks ago one of her nipples seemed to be inflamed. It seemed harmless at first but got worse quickly and eventually was diagnosed as breast cancer, terminal. On Monday the main tumor was supposed to be removed but the surgery was called off because the cancer had already spread too far and she was no longer strong enough to make the surgery viable and recovery probable.
She stopped eating food 2 days ago and yesterday her breathing became bad. It became clear that pain management was starting to fail so today we took her to VCA to do what needed to be done at this point.
She died peacefully and quickly.
We found her starved near death at the roadside 10 years ago on a Saturday, we never intended to keep her but our local Animal Control said they would not come until Monday so we just took her home to keep her from getting hit by a car. Our other 3 dogs immediately liked and accepted her. We fed her and she plopped down and breathed a huge sigh of happy relief. That was it. She was ours. Since we found her at the side of route 56 that became her name.
We did our due diligence, of course and had her checked for chips and ran searches for missing dogs. We never did find out where she came from and what her history might have been.
She was a happy crazy dog that would bark at anything that moved outside (until her hearing went, that is). She was a car and people chaser so we always had to led her out on a leash beside the fact that in reality she really was all bark and no bite.
Timid at first it took her a year until she discovered the delights of sleeping on a couch but once she did she spent much time lounging on it, eventually making it pretty much her couch.
RIP, 56.
About 5 weeks ago one of her nipples seemed to be inflamed. It seemed harmless at first but got worse quickly and eventually was diagnosed as breast cancer, terminal. On Monday the main tumor was supposed to be removed but the surgery was called off because the cancer had already spread too far and she was no longer strong enough to make the surgery viable and recovery probable.
She stopped eating food 2 days ago and yesterday her breathing became bad. It became clear that pain management was starting to fail so today we took her to VCA to do what needed to be done at this point.
She died peacefully and quickly.
We found her starved near death at the roadside 10 years ago on a Saturday, we never intended to keep her but our local Animal Control said they would not come until Monday so we just took her home to keep her from getting hit by a car. Our other 3 dogs immediately liked and accepted her. We fed her and she plopped down and breathed a huge sigh of happy relief. That was it. She was ours. Since we found her at the side of route 56 that became her name.
We did our due diligence, of course and had her checked for chips and ran searches for missing dogs. We never did find out where she came from and what her history might have been.
She was a happy crazy dog that would bark at anything that moved outside (until her hearing went, that is). She was a car and people chaser so we always had to led her out on a leash beside the fact that in reality she really was all bark and no bite.
Timid at first it took her a year until she discovered the delights of sleeping on a couch but once she did she spent much time lounging on it, eventually making it pretty much her couch.
RIP, 56.