I spent the week in Vancouver, just got back. I haven't been able to bring myself to update. For those who read my last post, my dog who was struck with cancer (lymphoma), passed away last Friday. A week and 2 days ago. We had just found out about the cancer on Tuesday, he started treatment on Wednesday, and passed Friday, he was 8 years old. They said he had a 80-85% chance of going into remission, and everything was supposed to be good. I've been so broken up about this. We've gone through this before, in 2001 when our first had cancer, and it's no easier. I feel so frustrated with God, and hurt with the outcome. I won't go into the details of how he passed, because I just can't handle thinking about it anymore. I've cried and cried and now I have to be okay for the sake of our other dog and cat. He was such a good boy and we miss him more and more everyday. I'm missing him throwing his paw at me to pet him and rub him, and that look he gives with those big eyes. I miss his kisses. I hope he's got a great field to run around up there, he loves that. I love you so much boy, RIP Nevaeh.
I am sorry for the loss. I know it's hard, how someone close to you was taken away, don't blame God, think of it this way... his suffering pains are gone, he's in doggy heaven, running around with a bone, and loving every second of it.
ReplyDeleteThank you for your kind words, they mean a lot to me! :)
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