**My beloved dog Buck, who has been with us since I was 15 years old (he was a birthday present) had to be put to sleep last night.:crying: I am so incredibly sad. But it is also a huge shock.
He was 16 years old. He had the kindest spirit and goofiest heart. He was always eager to please. But he did not always have an easy life. We adopted him from a shelter when he was only 6 months old. In his short life he had already seen much abuse and neglect. It took him years to trust my dad (because he was male and it was a man who beat him). It took a lot of work to help him overcome his fears, but when we did he became a great pet and companion.
When i moved out he stayed behind with my parents. He became a good friend and protector to my mom who is home alone much of the time due to my dad’s job. Even at 16 years old he still followed her around the house like a little puppy.
He has had some health problems over the past few years but was in very good condition for his age. So, when my mom called me yesterday in a panic because they feared that Buck had broke his leg I was upset but not worried. I prayed that if it was broken that it would be an easy break to set and heal and that my mom wouldn’t have too hard of a time taking care of him in that condition. We all worried about money because vets are not cheap and emergency vets are even more expensive (which is where you have to go on a Saturday evening on Easter weekend).
Hubby and did our normal nightly routine of getting baby to sleep, feeding our pets and having a bit of relaxation time before going to sleep. I turn all of the ringers off on our phones after having one wake up Lily by accident. So I didn’t get my mom’s message until this morning.
I expected it to be an update or an account of how much the vet cost. But what I heard was “we have to put Buck down. His leg IS broken, but he also has cancer. PLEASE call me back right away”. That was at 11:30 last night.
My mouth fell open and the tears started to pour. I didn’t even get a chance to say good bye. And with being so busy with Lily lately I can’t even remember the last time I saw him:(.
But my dog was a trooper. The vet was shocked when the x-rays came back and showed the extent of the bone cancer. She couldn’t believe he wasn’t showing pain. In her experience, most dogs with this type of cancer are in excruciating pain long before their bones are brittle enough to break. She suspects that the cancer spread to his brain and numbed the pain receptors. What a blessing that was.
I can’t go on right now. I can barely breath. I mean i can’t go on posting. Thank you for letting me share this with all of you. Buck was in our family for half of my life. I love him so much.