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sad anniversary for a wonderful soul
Today is one year since I had to put my little girl down. She was the best dog a doggy mom could ask for. I adopted her when she was about one and through the years she and I went through a lot including illnesses.
In 2009 she was diagnosed with bi-lateral anal cancer and was given 18 months to live. After one surgery and 6 months of chemo, the cancer came back only 4 weeks after her last chemo treatment. Two more surgeries followed and my little trooper carried on. She fully recovered and was doing great!! I told god I just needed her to be around 5 more years.
June 1, 2012 I was given a dual diagnoses/cancer. My little girl stayed by me side every step of the way. Starting in 2/2013 something felt off. I monitored her every movement and worried everyday that her cancer must be back. Having a BM was getting very difficult for her and the vet started treating her with laxatives etc.
On June 1, 2013, I took her to see the vet and he wanted to put her
down on the spot. It was one year to my cancer diagnoses and could not let her go on such an anniversary, it was too much. Since her 2009 diagnoses, every June I started having a yearly life celebration party for her (emotionally I needed the support as it started the yr chemo began) and her party was to be in 8 days, and the vet knew that.The vet worked with me and came up with treatments to try an see if it would help. I didn't think she was going to make it to her party, but she did and friends and family came as always. Megan seemed better for a few weeks, but by her last week I can tell she wasn't good ( I think I knew all along but could not say goodbye ), and she seemed to understand my need as she kept trying.
July 19, was a bright sunny morning, she woke up crying and for the first time having trouble walking. I picked her up and rushed her to the vet. It was time for me to let her go. The vet said she was never going to just give up and die on her own, I must make the choice for her. Her vet called Megan his miracle patient since lived years longer than he expected her to. I suddenly realized god must have known I was going to need her during my battle and let her stay with me for exactly 4 more years, giving me one year to battle my own illness with her by my side. I think in some odd way she knew I was going to need her,
I miss my little girl and can't believe its one year. I had a life celebration party again this year in her honor. It was to celebrate a beautiful life with a beautiful soul, and a celebration of my life because she helped me as well. Yes, all our friends and family joined in the celebration this year. Megan was the most beautiful, golden cocker mix in the world, and was about 15 years old when she died.
Message edited 7/21/2014 3:54:46 PM.
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