Very quick today. No wisdom, no stories.
L'Uther, as I type, has about 75 minutes.
He has an appointment at 3pm, and it will be his last.
Back to happy stuff next time, promise.
Won't even see February out, damn leap years!
Thursday, February 28, 2008
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
There ain't no justice
Just a quick, diary type, note today.
Just a year to the day since my wife's father died of bone cancer, we have just come back from the vet having learned, as near to surely as makes no difference, that our beloved L'Uther, the less-than-two-year-old red standard poodle who has been in charge of everything since the day we got him, has bone cancer too.
He's been limping, losing weight, resting and generally not being quite right for a while now and we've been waiting for the radiology lab to catch up after yet another series of bad weather days and give us their thoughts on the Xrays taken early last week. It's not QUITE conclusive but, in part because there's nothing else that could plausibly cause his problems, we are told to expect the worst. Morphine and a few months (if we're lucky) of being spoiled rottten. That's all there is for him.
He deserves a whole lot better. My wife, who loves him more than anybody BUT him deserves, also deserves better; our girls, who love him much too much too, deserve better; his uncle/nephew (yes, both!) Bu deserves better too. He's losing his playmate, allbeit slowly, and won't even know why. That shouldn't happen to a dog. Come to that, "I" deserve better too. I love him too, damn it. Much as I always curse when he has to inspect ALL the new snow before performing his ballet entitled (if I'm translating this right from the original poodle) "L'Uther Poohs In The Snow Very Slowly But With Great Style", when he just stares at me from the couch when he knows full well what's needed of him. Oh he can be a pain sometimes but we ALL love him and, for the last time I say, he deserves MUCH better.
Well, my role in all this now, I suppose, is to not get too morose; stiff upper lip and all that bull. Hold the fort, be there (wherever the hell that might be) and just DO whatever it is that has to be done.
So this is my little rant about injustice, and it stops right here. I'll keep my loyal (and frustrated) readers, many of whom are L'Uther's friends too, updated as time goes on but you won't hear THIS theme again. Done. Just dealing with reality after this. Good luck L'Uther. As I put in my Facebook profile a few minutes ago, I hope you have some good times coming. You're a trooper, a star, a very special dog (I know they all say that but even other dog owners admit, this guy's unique) and you deserve SO MUCH more than this (Oh OK, so it wasn't QUITE the last time just now, but THIS is).
Thanks for reading, folks, typing this has helped.
I'm glad I have a blog. I ignore it most of the time but, today, I'm very glad it's here.
Just a year to the day since my wife's father died of bone cancer, we have just come back from the vet having learned, as near to surely as makes no difference, that our beloved L'Uther, the less-than-two-year-old red standard poodle who has been in charge of everything since the day we got him, has bone cancer too.
He's been limping, losing weight, resting and generally not being quite right for a while now and we've been waiting for the radiology lab to catch up after yet another series of bad weather days and give us their thoughts on the Xrays taken early last week. It's not QUITE conclusive but, in part because there's nothing else that could plausibly cause his problems, we are told to expect the worst. Morphine and a few months (if we're lucky) of being spoiled rottten. That's all there is for him.
He deserves a whole lot better. My wife, who loves him more than anybody BUT him deserves, also deserves better; our girls, who love him much too much too, deserve better; his uncle/nephew (yes, both!) Bu deserves better too. He's losing his playmate, allbeit slowly, and won't even know why. That shouldn't happen to a dog. Come to that, "I" deserve better too. I love him too, damn it. Much as I always curse when he has to inspect ALL the new snow before performing his ballet entitled (if I'm translating this right from the original poodle) "L'Uther Poohs In The Snow Very Slowly But With Great Style", when he just stares at me from the couch when he knows full well what's needed of him. Oh he can be a pain sometimes but we ALL love him and, for the last time I say, he deserves MUCH better.
Well, my role in all this now, I suppose, is to not get too morose; stiff upper lip and all that bull. Hold the fort, be there (wherever the hell that might be) and just DO whatever it is that has to be done.
So this is my little rant about injustice, and it stops right here. I'll keep my loyal (and frustrated) readers, many of whom are L'Uther's friends too, updated as time goes on but you won't hear THIS theme again. Done. Just dealing with reality after this. Good luck L'Uther. As I put in my Facebook profile a few minutes ago, I hope you have some good times coming. You're a trooper, a star, a very special dog (I know they all say that but even other dog owners admit, this guy's unique) and you deserve SO MUCH more than this (Oh OK, so it wasn't QUITE the last time just now, but THIS is).
Thanks for reading, folks, typing this has helped.
I'm glad I have a blog. I ignore it most of the time but, today, I'm very glad it's here.
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