I can’t believe this happening again so soon after we lost Chief, but I’m pretty sure Roxy will be leaving us soon. You know, I knew her health was bad and I suspected that something was wrong but I wanted to adopt her anyways because I thought that I could at least give her a few good years of life. It turns out we could only give her a few weeks of the good life. We finally got her tick free (I know that is completely gross, but it can at least give you an idea how committed I am. I thought ticks were a deal breaker, but I pushed through and picked them all off, bathed her, and medicated her until they were gone—but it also gives you an idea of the kind of life she was used to—she probably had 50-100 ticks, I stopped counting). So, now she is tick free and has massive breast cancer to take the place of the ticks. I kept trying to tell myself that the lumps were cysts or benign because I just couldn’t believe that someone would open her up to spay her ONE MONTH ago and not even bother to biopsy the huge lumps she had all over her stomach. I know some people don’t prefer dogs and some people just don’t think the subject is that important, but whenever I’m at Petsmart and see the “rescue” dogs I just wonder if I don’t care who will? It would be so easy to say someone else will adopt them but I know that whenever I have the opportunity I have to be that someone because there are not enough people that want these kinds of dogs or any dog for that matter (and I'm not saying that's bad--to each their own....JANA :).
I feel like I’m being really cheesy and lame but this is proving to be very therapeutic so I’m going on. Anyways, I really didn’t think I’d get THAT attached to Roxy after only a few weeks, but I hopelessly am—sitting here listening to stand by me and crying over her. I guess I look at her and I can’t understand how anyone can be so cruel and neglectful as Roxy’s previous owner, Roxy has scars all over her, horrible hematomas and infection in her ears, and I could go on but I won’t. To me dogs are comparable to babies, because they don’t have a voice unless someone speaks up for them—except babies grow up-and animals never have a voice if not for someone else. I’m not sure why, but this is the cause I’m passionate about and I have a compelling need to be their voice whenever I have the chance. Whether it is getting water for a pet that someone has left in their car in 100+ heat, and then telling them off when they come back to their car (yes, I’m THAT person), to taking perfect stranger's animals to the vet to have them spayed (yes, I do get the owners permission first...sometimes....). So, back to sweet Roxy, I have to warn you the pictures I’m posting are graphic for some, but I am still in awe of how fast her tumors grew. Some of the swelling is the lymph node swelling—but in the span of 5 hours her previous lumps doubled and her lymph nodes are now huge. I don’t have much hope for her, but I’m taking her to the vet tomorrow to see if anything can be done (look at me now, I’m optimistic). But, she still cleans herself even though her stomach is so hot and red, she is still as easy going and sweet as ever--hard to imagine but I'm sure she's been through worse--death is probably a blessing for her. I did put some good pictures of her pretty face as well, because that is what she should be remembered by, not her tumors.
I feel like I’m being really cheesy and lame but this is proving to be very therapeutic so I’m going on. Anyways, I really didn’t think I’d get THAT attached to Roxy after only a few weeks, but I hopelessly am—sitting here listening to stand by me and crying over her. I guess I look at her and I can’t understand how anyone can be so cruel and neglectful as Roxy’s previous owner, Roxy has scars all over her, horrible hematomas and infection in her ears, and I could go on but I won’t. To me dogs are comparable to babies, because they don’t have a voice unless someone speaks up for them—except babies grow up-and animals never have a voice if not for someone else. I’m not sure why, but this is the cause I’m passionate about and I have a compelling need to be their voice whenever I have the chance. Whether it is getting water for a pet that someone has left in their car in 100+ heat, and then telling them off when they come back to their car (yes, I’m THAT person), to taking perfect stranger's animals to the vet to have them spayed (yes, I do get the owners permission first...sometimes....). So, back to sweet Roxy, I have to warn you the pictures I’m posting are graphic for some, but I am still in awe of how fast her tumors grew. Some of the swelling is the lymph node swelling—but in the span of 5 hours her previous lumps doubled and her lymph nodes are now huge. I don’t have much hope for her, but I’m taking her to the vet tomorrow to see if anything can be done (look at me now, I’m optimistic). But, she still cleans herself even though her stomach is so hot and red, she is still as easy going and sweet as ever--hard to imagine but I'm sure she's been through worse--death is probably a blessing for her. I did put some good pictures of her pretty face as well, because that is what she should be remembered by, not her tumors.
I swear her tail is wagging in the above picture, she's such a trooper
We Love You Roxy
2 comments:
I'm so sorry about Roxy. How did the vet appointment go? I hope all is well; we haven't talked in forever. Miss you!
ps...how do you respond to people's comments on your blog? Do you just leave your own comment immediately afterwards? I didn't know to look for that after I left you a comment.
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