Hugo and I are heartbroken. We just found out yesterday that our male Rottweiler has advanced throat cancer. That is a heavy sentence. Our poor puppy – we love him so incredibly much and our house is in mourning already, just knowing that we are about to lose him. The vet herself was somber and not very optimistic for his future. Right now it is just about giving him the best life possible and prevent him from suffering in any way. He is sad, we are sad. Life really sucks sometimes.
It breaks my heart and physically pains me inside just knowing that his throat is almost completely blocked from the massive growth in there. I feel helpless looking at someone who we have loved since he was a wiggly pup over nine years ago. Most pet owners take on all animal relationships, knowing full well that normally humans outlive the animals in their lives. Yet we all do it. We know that after a silly puppy phase, to a growing adolescent phase, to a mild senior phase, we are potentially met with these awful times. We do it for the love of animals and the friendship and companionship they give us. And they give us so much more than that.
I have learned and grown in my own way from my relationship with my animals. I have learned to be more patient and to love blindly, because they are masters of both qualities. I have learned to enjoy the simple things in life, like food and how simply sitting next to someone you love can warm your heart.
I know this cycle continues every minute of every day, everywhere in the world. Babies are born and everyone dies. All species and for all different reasons, yet it doesn’t make it any easier when it is actually happening in front of you. I do not believe in a higher power but I do believe in love and being kind. Right now, my plan is to drown my old, sick dog in love and if there is anyone floating in the clouds listening to my desperate pleas, maybe they can spare him from suffering.