Today was the day we were dreading. We know it’s for him and to save him, but the struggle is so very real. He’s our baby boy.
Some have said “oh, you didn’t rescue?” Or have referred to our handsom white golden as a “designer dog”. We just smile as everyone has an opinion…mine, now more that ever, is that all dogs have a purpose and need a loving safe home.
Snoop was 8 months old and enjoyed a daily swim (or 10) days in our pool. In July, while being dried off (for the 100th time) I found a lump on his hind leg. Thinking it was a cyst I thought nothing urgent of it. Long story short after a trip the vet (thanks to his brother needing vaccines) the vet aspirated, sent out and confirmed it was in fact, a mast cell tumor.
fast forward to removal of the tumor and pathology reports confirming margins were not clean…off to the oncologist we went. The problem was the tumor had already regrown in 3 weeks. And it was bigger and what seemed to be more invasive. After a brief consultation…here we are.
I have not in fact seen our Snoop yet…his right hind leg was removed this afternoon. The emotions are high but more than anything we want our boy home. The nurses are giving us updates and he’s even walking on three legs already!!! We are nervous about pain and anxious to love him up (his brother just mosses the playing). We have our yoga mats for the floor, along for his sea legs and have cleared our calendars to prioritize our boy.
I will continue to update our days and hope we can help anyone who is about to go through this!