As some of you already know six weeks ago I lost my basset hound bitch, Molly. It was so unexpected. She started being sick so I took her to the vet. He could find nothing wrong but the frequency of her vomiting increased. After all sorts of tests; x rays, blood tests and ultra sound scans still nothing could be found. In all this time Molly seemed perfectly healthy in every other respect.
We were then sent to a specialist vet so that some biopsies could be taken. Because of her age (she was less than four years old) at no time did any of the vets think there was any reason to believe she might have something seriously wrong. When the test results came back it was the worse news imaginable. Molly had cancer. I was devastated and wept like a baby. Her condition deteriorated very rapidly after that and we had to make the dreadful decision to have her put to sleep on the 21st of July. Again I wept like a baby.
Now, I just miss her. I wouldn't have thought it possible but it really does feel as though part of me is missing. My other basset, Bertie, is a great comfort and in a few weeks time we will be collecting a new puppy (basset again), Phoebe.
Sorry if I sound a bit pathetic. A 46 year old bloke crying about his dog but I am finding it very difficult to get over. I know the old cliche,time is a great healer, is true but I am struggling.
We were then sent to a specialist vet so that some biopsies could be taken. Because of her age (she was less than four years old) at no time did any of the vets think there was any reason to believe she might have something seriously wrong. When the test results came back it was the worse news imaginable. Molly had cancer. I was devastated and wept like a baby. Her condition deteriorated very rapidly after that and we had to make the dreadful decision to have her put to sleep on the 21st of July. Again I wept like a baby.
Now, I just miss her. I wouldn't have thought it possible but it really does feel as though part of me is missing. My other basset, Bertie, is a great comfort and in a few weeks time we will be collecting a new puppy (basset again), Phoebe.
Sorry if I sound a bit pathetic. A 46 year old bloke crying about his dog but I am finding it very difficult to get over. I know the old cliche,time is a great healer, is true but I am struggling.
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