He Fought A Good Fight...

Sunday morning Rock woke up with a bloody mouth, not heavy bleeding but dripping, so Everett and I called our vet's office and they had a vet on call give us a call back. I told him about the cancer in his mouth and he said we could bring him in to his office and he would look at him if we wanted to, I told him it might be time to let him go and he said he would do whatever we thought needed to be done.

He looked in his mouth and said that there was no way it didn't hurt, the cancer had just eaten away at the right side of his mouth.

As bad as it was Rock never complained, he may have had days where he wasn't as energetic but once he took his pain medicine he seemed fine, even that morning after his pain medicine he seemed ok. Maybe that's just the way I wanted to see it because I was afraid of what was coming, either way he said that putting him down would be the best thing because it couldn't get much worse for him, so we had to let him go, he went peacefully in my arms and I had no idea I could hurt so much. It doesn't seem real, I expect to see him sitting at my feet waiting for his massage.

This morning was so hard, out of the three dogs he was the one to get up with me while I finished getting ready for work every morning. He would sit in the kitchen and watch me, you could see he was still very sleepy but he would wait for me to complete my routine and give him a treat and then he would go back to bed. This morning is the first morning he wasn't there, my little Prissy may have sensed it was hurting me because she got up and sat with me until I left so I gave her treats as well.

Loving something so unconditionally is something everyone should experience but there are those that never do. I didn't know I was capable of loving so much, of loving a simple little dog sooo much.

My Angel - My Rock
12/28/96 - 11/16/08