My dear old foster boy Skipper (sixteen years old) was lovingly sent to the Rainbow Bridge yesterday. He had Osteosarcoma (bone cancer) on his left fore leg. It had invaded the lymph nodes and according to the vet would have headed into the lungs and subsequently into the brain. We discussed his future and the vet said the tumor was inoperable and that he'd be lucky to make it another six to eight weeks so I made the dificult decision to end his suffering while he was still aware of me and my loving hand on his head. He was so silent and so sweet no one really knew that he was in constant pain so when the vet told me that he had to be a real tough cookie to keep going like he did. He said he had to be hurting a lot and that it said a lot about his character. Euthanasia is the last resort for a rescue but sometimes it is necessary. In this case I am at peace with my decision to let him go knowing he was loved instead of waiting for him to be over whelmed with pain and not being aware that I was there with him.
So good bye Sweet Skipper I know you will be waiting for me at the Bridge....
Judy
So good bye Sweet Skipper I know you will be waiting for me at the Bridge....
Judy
