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I have a story that is related to this. Bear with me, it’s long:
I had a dog called Sparky. Half red setter and half Labrador she was a really beautiful thing. So me and Sparky grew up together. We owned her mother, Lazy who gave birth to Sparky a 5 others, all of which were black males while Sparky was the only female and was bright orange in colour.
So we obviously choose to keep her. Some of my first memories were of Sparky and Lazy. Lazy ran away when Sparky was 2 or 3 and she was heartbroken. But she moved on and our family moved house and she loves the new surroundings.
Ten years pass and she’s getting older and we notice a small lump on her cheek. We bring her to the vet, he removes it and keeps the the tumor. Saying if it grows back, he’ll remove the new lump and send both away for testing.
Five very happy healthy months pass, Sparky is as content as can be. One day I notice something,the lump i growing back. We immediately bring her to the vet, her removes it and sends both samples away for testing.
Sparky’s health start to deteriorate rapidly. Within a week, the short trip to her water bowl puts her out of breath and she need to rest before she can make the 5 yard trip back to her ragged cushion.
We called the vets and organised for her to be put to sleep. She weighed just half of what she used to. She would eat and barely drank. She just lay all day in the sun and watched us go about our daily lives. It wasn’t fair for her to suffer this much.
I took the day off school to mid her as my parent were both at work and my brother was in college. I stayed by her for hours, cradling her head in my lap as we listened to music and ate some fried bacon, her favourite treat. When I went to the bathroom, I came back to find her gone. I searched the garden and house but she wasn’t there. I started to panic, I ran all over the fields searching for her. I couldn’t find her. I tookone fina look before calling my parents to tell them she was gone and found her down in a field, under her tree, as we called it, she like to spend hot days under it. She had a glazed look in her eyes as I approached, but a single wag from her bushy tail and I knew she recognized, when if she couldn’t life her own head, she let me know she knew I was there with her.
I calledme dad and I stayed with her until he arrived, her breathing was desperate. I carried her the car. We have an estate car so I sat in the booth with her on the way to the vets. She took about a breath every seconds. By the time we got to the vets, which was a ten minute journey, she was breathing even less.
My brother and my mam were already waiting when we arrived. My dad came round and opened the boot. But we already knew she would need to go inside. She took one last look at each of us, gave me a little nudge with her nose and took her last 2 breaths. The vet came out and pronounced time of death and I’ll never forget it: 5:49 Friday 27th of May 2011.
When we were leaving, the vet came out and told us that the results were back, it was cancer all along.
Not badass to most, but to me, she’ll always be a badass, throwing cancer in deaths face and saying not today. Passing it off for 5 months, the happiest 5 months I’d ever seen her live, holding on during those final few hours until we were all around her. Making sure we were with her when she took her last 2 breaths.