I know I said my next post would be about my pistol purchase permit, but I have to vent.
My oldest Papillon, Belle (aka My Best Girl) had what we thought was a mast cell tumor removed from her underside two weeks ago.
We expected to hear from the vet regarding her pathology report within the first five days, but we didn’t. We made her follow-up appointment last week for today at four. They got her staples and sutures out and then dropped the bomb.
Belle’s mass wasn’t a mast cell tumor. It’s cancerous, and the doggie equivalent of breast cancer. Do what? Seriously? It acted like a mast cell tumor and her symptoms mimicked a mast cell tumor, but no. It’s cancer. 😦
Now, let me give you a little background on My Best Girl. We got her in April of 2005 (in fact, she just had her 11th birthday on Friday, 1/29). She has been my best friend ever since. I remember leash training her with treats, and taught her sit/stay, high five, and roll over when she was a puppy.
She had a couple of litters (the first was deliberate, because paps are hard to find around here) and the second by accident. We decided, after the first litter, that we couldn’t handle the puppies going away because we got too attached…Plus shelter dogs. We kept two from the first litter and three from the second.
At any rate…this little doggie has been my best friend for almost 11 years. When I left to go stay with my mom for a couple of surgeries, she moped the entire time I was gone. When I went to my God-daughter’s funeral in Texas for a week last summer? It took three days for her to come out of our bedroom. (As I’m typing this, she’s curled up in my office chair behind me, so I’m forced to sit forward.) So you get the picture.
Our vet recommended a chest x-ray to see if her chest cavity was clear of tumors. We agreed, and thankfully, she was clear. I was stunned, to say the least.
I won’t know how to do life without my best girl. I don’t know what it is about dogs, but I expect them to be with me forever.
Children grow up and move out, but dogs? Not so much. When they say that puppies are a 15 year commitment? I’m down with that. But what happens after 15 years? How do you let go of a fur-kid that you loved (and vice versa) for over a decade?
I can’t even (and don’t want to) imagine. I may be in denial, but I will be wrecked when Belle crosses the Rainbow Bridge. She is family, my best friend, and someone I hope to spend a few more years with, at least. ❤
Dog lovers? Hit me up with a comment.
Until next time…