25/07/2025
two months ago, I learned that my precious boy, Dood, has terminal cancer. Even though he sees the vet a few times a year and we do bloodwork, this seemed to come out of nowhere. It’s too late for surgery or chemo. They said maybe a few months left. It’s been a long road, but I have not given up. I have a wonderful integrative vet. We tried IV vitamin C therapy. I think it was very helpful. Unfortunately, getting him to eat is a nightmare. He’s on lots of supplements, gets fluids every other day, and has been struggling with terrible diarrhea. We got some tests back showing what we can do to help him resolve this part of his issues. The meds taste bad and he hyper salivates. it’s only a few more days until the meds are done. I just have to stay strong. It’s been very hard emotionally to watch my sweet boy lose weight, change in his behavior, and experience some discomfort. He is transitioning to the last phase of his life.Dood is only 13. It’s not fair. Between worrying about what to offer him to eat, and figuring out ways to encourage him to eat more, there isn’t much time for just being together. I’m trying to find balance because it’s vital for him to feel as good as possible for as long as possible. Anyway, here we are. My last hope is that I can give him a soft, peaceful, loved, landing when the time comes. 🎀
