I thought my yellow dog (Lucy) had sprained her leg. My wife and I got her after we had been married for a very short period of time. She was the runt of the litter. When we went to pick her up from the breeder, she was so sweet. Her big sister was bossy and demanding and forceful. Obviously, we would pick yella dog. But it turned out she was about as forceful as they come. But I came to love her for her spirit. We called her "our little force of destruction" because if you've owned a young Labrador you know that they will tear everything in their path to kingdom come. She was the queen of the castle. That's okay, because I loved her with all my heart. Anyways, the sprain didn't heal. We took her to the vet today, and they x-ray'ed her. They say it's bone cancer. We go tomorrow to confirm it. She hasSO MUCH power and drive and will and presence and intelligence and love and all. But her right shoulder/leg is messed up bad and anyways, I don't want to talk about it any more. I love her with all my capacity to love (which is considerable). It's so hard to stare at something so beautiful and powerful that you love so much, and come to terms with the fact that the reason it hasn't been it's mighty, mighty self for the past 2 weeks is because it is being eaten alive. Nobody on this forum will ever know firsthand (although I'm sure you've all dealt with your own things such as this...but I haven't...I have never lost a friend/relative/anything...all my relatives are still with me) how I feel for this particular spirit. Definately, you've all loved and maybe lost. But this is MY yella dog, and my pain and I've never felt so sad. Love and Respect, Matt DeLacey
Joined: Oct 12, 2000
By the way, my yella dog is 6 years old...too young for this but biology thinks differently, I suppose.
Matt, My thoughts are with you. My fiancee lost her golden retriever just over a year ago in similar circumstances. She absolutely adored her and took her EVERYWHERE (including her grad school classes! ) she went for 4 years, and suddenly she got sick. Cancer had completely ravaged her insides and she had to be put down. When she first got her dog, they were living in the mountains of Colorado and her dog LOVED roaming the wilderness and chasing deer and elk. So when she died, my girlfriend kept her ashes so she could bury her on top of the mountain they hiked on almost every day. She didn't make it back to Colorado until about three weeks ago and she was finally able to hike up the familiar snowy trail and put her to rest in the Earth they both loved so much. She still misses her and gets a bit sad when she sees her picture, but the last year has helped. The good memories will live on, but the sadness will subside. Hang in there. Lucy was a lucky dog. David
The guy that sits next to me at my other office had to take his dog in and have her put down about 2 months ago. She was 14 and had had a great life, but even so, it was SO hard on him. Here was the guy, 6'4" every bit of 340 pounds, and he must have spent 3 hours at his desk crying (or should I say trying very hard not to let us know just how hard he was crying). What do you say to someone that has just lost something or someone that they truely love. A dog can become part of your life and who you are, and how you feel. We spent most of the day talking about how great a friend she had been to him. Didn't get much coding done - but some things are more important.
"JavaRanch, where the deer and the Certified play" - David O'Meara