msethhunter
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The world became a little bit darker today.
I struggle to see through the tears as I type this. My beloved Samantha has met the end of the rainbow bridge and will be crossing it shortly. Over the last few months, her health has been in a steady decline, and we've been missing the signs, but likely not much would have changed or much we could have done. My 11 year old shepherd has cancer. I came home from my trip to find that she could barely stand. The cancer likely started in her lower intestine because of an auto immune disease, spread to her liver, and is now in her bones. It's hard to see her in this condition. I had to rush her to the ER today. She had a nose bleed that wouldn't stop. Tomorrow will be her last day with the family, and Friday will be even harder than today. She loved the ocean, and water in general, so I think I'll paddle out and spread her there when I get her back. I've already called the guy who comes to the house. This has been the most difficult decision I have ever had to make, by far.
While she was able to, she went everywhere with me. She was trained off leash and went through SAR training with a local organization here in Southern California before we found out she had doggy ADD. She lived a life that many people would have been jealous of with her travels. She took good care of my kids, survived me through a divorce, and was always happy and crying when I cam home with joy, and whined in protest when I packed my bag for work. She knew I was leaving for work for a few days. My parents said she would sit at the window on the day I was supposed to come home all day looking for her daddy to take her home.
We only get them for a short time because they give us so much love and trust, it takes away the length of time they have to spend with us.
I'm absolutely heartbroken.
She was spoiled rotten.
I struggle to see through the tears as I type this. My beloved Samantha has met the end of the rainbow bridge and will be crossing it shortly. Over the last few months, her health has been in a steady decline, and we've been missing the signs, but likely not much would have changed or much we could have done. My 11 year old shepherd has cancer. I came home from my trip to find that she could barely stand. The cancer likely started in her lower intestine because of an auto immune disease, spread to her liver, and is now in her bones. It's hard to see her in this condition. I had to rush her to the ER today. She had a nose bleed that wouldn't stop. Tomorrow will be her last day with the family, and Friday will be even harder than today. She loved the ocean, and water in general, so I think I'll paddle out and spread her there when I get her back. I've already called the guy who comes to the house. This has been the most difficult decision I have ever had to make, by far.
While she was able to, she went everywhere with me. She was trained off leash and went through SAR training with a local organization here in Southern California before we found out she had doggy ADD. She lived a life that many people would have been jealous of with her travels. She took good care of my kids, survived me through a divorce, and was always happy and crying when I cam home with joy, and whined in protest when I packed my bag for work. She knew I was leaving for work for a few days. My parents said she would sit at the window on the day I was supposed to come home all day looking for her daddy to take her home.
We only get them for a short time because they give us so much love and trust, it takes away the length of time they have to spend with us.
I'm absolutely heartbroken.
She was spoiled rotten.
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