Pretty much anyone who has a pet knows the significance of the Rainbow Bridge. I first heard about it around ten years ago when we received a piece of paper from our vet on the passing of the first dog I remember – a black lab, who was found at home by my brother having passed away after being to the vet the previous day.
Back in January, I asked about some strange behaviours that my dog was having involving licking her legs. The advice was to take her to the vet, but unfortunately we couldn’t afford to do it at that time, however, we did take her to our vet when, on the second day that I was working, she started limping heavily and favoring her right rear leg. It turned out that it was just a pulled muscle, but the doctor also took a look at the bump on her face. He made the independent determination that it was a cancerous – a melanoma.
To be honest, I wasn’t sure that this could be right because of the fact that he didn’t do any kind of analysis other than looking at it. However, he did give us some meds for her, and said that time was running out for her – nothing specific or anything, but sooner rather than later.
Now that we’re 4 months after the diagnosis, the growth on her face, which started out as a slight bump, has grown to something that has almost doubled the width of her face. On Friday, I noticed that there was some skin showing, but nothing major. However, Saturday comes around, and I notice that the skin has been broken. At that point, I think we had come to the determination that it was time to make a move.
The vet’s office is closed on weekends, so we have waited until today to make the call to the vet. At first we were going to have my brother come out to take her over to the vet, but in thinking about it, it is only fitting that since she is "my" dog (I even had my Senior pictures taken with her), I should be the one who does this, and to be the last one to take off her leash, and to take some last photos of her.
That’s something I’ve done a lot of these last couple of days – take photos of her. She’s been laying quietly on the floor, or on the couch, and mostly sleeping. If she’s up, she’ll be licking herself because (and this is my thought as to why) she’s trying to take away some of the excess saliva that she has in her mouth. However, it’s just been a lot of sleeping on her side the last day or so.
All that is left for us to do is make a call to the vet (which I know will be hard to do), and to have her set up with an appointment tomorrow for us to take her in for one last examination and probably then to be taken away and being given a proper and humane farewell, along with her crossing the Rainbow Bridge.
Lastly, here’s a photo of her from better times – the beginning of last year –