Chester had been with me for just a little over two years . He came to me when he was eight and apparently his owner developed an allergy to him. One of the first things I discovered after taking him in was how much more upsetting it was for me when he had seizures than it was for him. His former owner said he had them once in a while but the vet said there was nothing that could be done about it. He had two the first week he was with me. I immediately took him to my vet and Chester responded almost immediately to the phenobarbitol and seizures were almost nil.
We overcame the seizures for the most part. But then we discovered a new and even more devastating problem. I was petting this sweet boy when I got home from work and discovered a lump on his neck. Off to the vet the next day and home with a diagnosis of lymphoma. This led to one of the saddest Christmas days I can remember. He was to go to the specialist the day after Christmas for his first chemo treatment.
He was such a brave little guy. He suffered through the effects of chemo very bravely and when they passed, he was one of the happiest dogs I have ever known. He was so loving; so even tempered and was loved by everyone in the family.
I hoped when his treatments were over he had a few good years left. I was thinking positively for him. However, in the middle of June the cancer came on with a vengance! His intestines were being forced to the outside of his body to make room for the tumors which invaded them. He hadn't eaten for a week and slept most of the time. The vet was kind but not hopeful. So we made the painful decision to "let him go."
We overcame the seizures for the most part. But then we discovered a new and even more devastating problem. I was petting this sweet boy when I got home from work and discovered a lump on his neck. Off to the vet the next day and home with a diagnosis of lymphoma. This led to one of the saddest Christmas days I can remember. He was to go to the specialist the day after Christmas for his first chemo treatment.
He was such a brave little guy. He suffered through the effects of chemo very bravely and when they passed, he was one of the happiest dogs I have ever known. He was so loving; so even tempered and was loved by everyone in the family.
I hoped when his treatments were over he had a few good years left. I was thinking positively for him. However, in the middle of June the cancer came on with a vengance! His intestines were being forced to the outside of his body to make room for the tumors which invaded them. He hadn't eaten for a week and slept most of the time. The vet was kind but not hopeful. So we made the painful decision to "let him go."
The vet, her assistant, my son and I surrounded Chester as he lay on the floor on a blanket. He assured us we were only being kind and that he was looking forward to relief. After about a half hour of tears, kissing those velvet ears and telling him of our love for him, I looked at the vet who had tears in her eyes and nodded. She inserted the medication which gave him a peaceful sleep within seconds. He just lay down his head between his paws, closed his eyes and was gone.
Goodbye, my sweet boy.
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