simple_john
04-25-2009, 08:54 AM
It happened so fast, 7 short weeks, my boy went from being a strong, happy, muscular goofball to being gone…
Blu was born in july 1, 2004, and only lived 4 short years…. What a beautiful boy, show quality except way too goofy and too much of a chicken to ever be shown. He had a droopy eye, a crooked nose, a tooth that always stuck out, and a tongue that seemed about an inch too long.. but all that just added character. He was strong, proud and ran around our yard like he was king… no one could get near the house without blu sounding like a killer.. in effect, he was just a big chicken, the term his bark was worse than his bite fit him perfectly… Ive had dogs before, and all have been great, but all bluzy really ever wanted, was to please us… any time he thought he was doing something wrong, he’d just stop in place and sit up so proud, and look at us as if to say, ima sitting pretty, ima good boy… He loved to swim and was fearless out in the boat, no matter the weather or the conditions, he loved being on the water… He was such a sweet pup…
Around the 1st week of march we noticed him peeing more frequently… we thought it was just a UTI, but after tons of tests, we found out it was cancer. On 4/7 we put him on steroids, in hope of getting a ‘few months’ of quality life for my boy… The steroids did wonderful, but were like cheating death… in the backs of our minds – and probably blu’s, we knew he was not well. The poor boy, had to pee so much, and so often and for so long, we wondered if his kidneys could hold out…
I don’t really know what happened, he was doing a lot better – even if it was only a temporary thing, we welcomed the extra time… it was just not enough… Bluzy got 2 ½ weeks of feeling better, the steroids messed with him, but overall he was happier and felt a lot better, got to enjoy the spring sun, the yard, and of course his tether ball..
On Wednesday night, 4/22 I noticed –and this might sound strange- but his fur really pulled inward, it was like he lost ¼ of his fur, it was pulled in tight… I checked his lymph nodes all the time and they were still getting bigger, so we knew, the steroids were just buying us some time. Thursday he was ok, but I could tell he did not feel well. On Friday, he was clearly not feeling well, he could barely get out of bed, he drank but couldn’t touch his food. I gave him meds to help his stomach feel better, but I knew, he was not well. He lied on my bed all day, quivering, barely able to get up…
By evening, he felt real bad, his back legs were weak, he fell off of the front steps and was really having a hard time just standing up. Instinctively, he would not sit, and just kept wobbling, his little nub pulled so far down, he felt bad.. We knew It was time… Our vet came over around 8:30 and my boy, who could not even get out of bed still lifted his head and let out one of his guttural growls that gave the vet pause – he’d never seen blu in the house, in his house, blu was king, and he let anyone who came near know that..
He went so peacefully, in a matter of seconds, he was at rest, and no longer in pain, still as pretty as ever with all the flash, just at rest…
I never really had a chance to prepare a place to bury him. I found a nursery who had a blue spruce tree leftover from last year – it was not the prettiest tree id ever seen, kind of crooked and lanky looking, but it sorta matched blu, and since the new ones would not be around till the end of May,we didn’t have time to wait.. I got the tree planted last week, Its facing his the tether ball – blus favorite toy of all time I dug his grave this morning, and today, will say goodbye to my pretty pretty boy… Godspeed bluzy Godspeed….
Blu was born in july 1, 2004, and only lived 4 short years…. What a beautiful boy, show quality except way too goofy and too much of a chicken to ever be shown. He had a droopy eye, a crooked nose, a tooth that always stuck out, and a tongue that seemed about an inch too long.. but all that just added character. He was strong, proud and ran around our yard like he was king… no one could get near the house without blu sounding like a killer.. in effect, he was just a big chicken, the term his bark was worse than his bite fit him perfectly… Ive had dogs before, and all have been great, but all bluzy really ever wanted, was to please us… any time he thought he was doing something wrong, he’d just stop in place and sit up so proud, and look at us as if to say, ima sitting pretty, ima good boy… He loved to swim and was fearless out in the boat, no matter the weather or the conditions, he loved being on the water… He was such a sweet pup…
Around the 1st week of march we noticed him peeing more frequently… we thought it was just a UTI, but after tons of tests, we found out it was cancer. On 4/7 we put him on steroids, in hope of getting a ‘few months’ of quality life for my boy… The steroids did wonderful, but were like cheating death… in the backs of our minds – and probably blu’s, we knew he was not well. The poor boy, had to pee so much, and so often and for so long, we wondered if his kidneys could hold out…
I don’t really know what happened, he was doing a lot better – even if it was only a temporary thing, we welcomed the extra time… it was just not enough… Bluzy got 2 ½ weeks of feeling better, the steroids messed with him, but overall he was happier and felt a lot better, got to enjoy the spring sun, the yard, and of course his tether ball..
On Wednesday night, 4/22 I noticed –and this might sound strange- but his fur really pulled inward, it was like he lost ¼ of his fur, it was pulled in tight… I checked his lymph nodes all the time and they were still getting bigger, so we knew, the steroids were just buying us some time. Thursday he was ok, but I could tell he did not feel well. On Friday, he was clearly not feeling well, he could barely get out of bed, he drank but couldn’t touch his food. I gave him meds to help his stomach feel better, but I knew, he was not well. He lied on my bed all day, quivering, barely able to get up…
By evening, he felt real bad, his back legs were weak, he fell off of the front steps and was really having a hard time just standing up. Instinctively, he would not sit, and just kept wobbling, his little nub pulled so far down, he felt bad.. We knew It was time… Our vet came over around 8:30 and my boy, who could not even get out of bed still lifted his head and let out one of his guttural growls that gave the vet pause – he’d never seen blu in the house, in his house, blu was king, and he let anyone who came near know that..
He went so peacefully, in a matter of seconds, he was at rest, and no longer in pain, still as pretty as ever with all the flash, just at rest…
I never really had a chance to prepare a place to bury him. I found a nursery who had a blue spruce tree leftover from last year – it was not the prettiest tree id ever seen, kind of crooked and lanky looking, but it sorta matched blu, and since the new ones would not be around till the end of May,we didn’t have time to wait.. I got the tree planted last week, Its facing his the tether ball – blus favorite toy of all time I dug his grave this morning, and today, will say goodbye to my pretty pretty boy… Godspeed bluzy Godspeed….