This gonna be long fellas I need to get this off my chest. *update* dunno how I got pics to go at the end and don’t know how to rotate the ones I’ve got so yeah
Had this fella since I was 17 and I’m 32 now. He was by my side through my teenage years, moving out on my own, throughout my 20s and my early 30s. Basically my whole adult life. Been across Australia with me, was always there. Now he won’t be.l,
2 months ago he was still jumping in my ute and didn’t seem to have any problems. One day I noticed his lymph glands under his jaw were swollen and took him to the vet. They toook samples and it was lymphoma. They said dogs average 3 months with lymphoma. I couldn’t believe it. Seemed so short and he seemed fine. I understand now.
Within a couple of weeks his back legs were operating at 10%. Had to help him up if he was on anything slippery like wood or tiles. A couple weeks later he couldn’t walk to the lawn for a poo and back to the house without lying down for a rest in between.
I bought a harness thing with a handle I could put around him to take the weight off his legs. Worked well. In the last week his front legs went as well and he couldn’t even stand up without assistance although once up he could still do his business. It really hit home yesterday so I told work I’ll need a few weeks off to spend as much time with him as possible before I have to make any difficult decisions.
Apart from not being able to stand up he was fairly happy. Still loved food, perked up for new people, seemed mentally there so was a real struggle to consider putting him down when I could help him with the physical aspect. And I have been on about 3hrs sleep a night for the last month helping him in and out since he can’t hold his toilet trips as long as he used to.
He tried to hide himself deep in the Bush last night after I took him out for the toilet at 3.30am and when I found him I wondered if he was telling me something, but bought him back inside. Had a vet appointment for tomorrow.
This morning I woke up to find blood all over the floor. I thought he’d cut himself last night in the Bush but it was coming out of his nose. A lot. He was moist breathing. Just seemed over it.
Didn’t have much of a choice at this point. Took him to the vet early. I wanted to have it done at home peacefully but didn’t expect him to have issues like that.
I’m fucking shattered guys. Sitting on the verandah, cracked a bottle of single barrel and listening to skynrd etc.
Kuma last Christmas.