NKlein
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I've been meaning to post for over a month, but haven't had to heart to do it.
Bo passed peacefully in his sleep in December. I know I'm not a regular poster here, but in February of 2015 he was diagnosed with osteosarcoma. We opted for aggressive curative radiation + chemotherapy, which was actually going very well. While the cancer had metastasized to his lungs, the lung nodules had been stable for months and Bo was his happy, energetic self through the treatments. We were planning to throw him a party to celebrate a year since his diagnosis (which for osteosarcoma, is a big milestone).
On 12/30, Bo was acting completely normally. He ate normally, was active (I was outside stacking firewood with him for a bit). My family had plans to go to Disney on Ice, but I had an odd nagging feeling to stay home. I sent my husband out with our 2 girls and I stayed with Bo. I was inside with him the entire evening. Nothing was odd. I went over to give him a cookie and let him out to pee when I realized he'd passed away in his sleep.
On one hand I am so grateful I was home with him--if I had gone with my family and he passed while we were gone, I would have always wondered if he was in any distress. On the other hand, I feel a lot of guilt about being at home, but not being next to him when it happened. Not giving him a proper goodbye.
Our family misses him constantly. I still cry often. He was such a wonderful dog. I hope that he and Byron (our older newf who passed earlier in the year) are playing together again on the other side. We miss them both so immensely right now that even with our two girls, our house feels so empty. Walking into an empty home is very hard, but at the same time, I am so sad that I can't imagine getting another dog down the road. I want my boys back.
Attaching a pic of him from last fall when he was at the dog park. This was his last trip there--I got really nervous about another dog hitting him in the shoulder (since his bone was compromised from the cancer).
Bo passed peacefully in his sleep in December. I know I'm not a regular poster here, but in February of 2015 he was diagnosed with osteosarcoma. We opted for aggressive curative radiation + chemotherapy, which was actually going very well. While the cancer had metastasized to his lungs, the lung nodules had been stable for months and Bo was his happy, energetic self through the treatments. We were planning to throw him a party to celebrate a year since his diagnosis (which for osteosarcoma, is a big milestone).
On 12/30, Bo was acting completely normally. He ate normally, was active (I was outside stacking firewood with him for a bit). My family had plans to go to Disney on Ice, but I had an odd nagging feeling to stay home. I sent my husband out with our 2 girls and I stayed with Bo. I was inside with him the entire evening. Nothing was odd. I went over to give him a cookie and let him out to pee when I realized he'd passed away in his sleep.
On one hand I am so grateful I was home with him--if I had gone with my family and he passed while we were gone, I would have always wondered if he was in any distress. On the other hand, I feel a lot of guilt about being at home, but not being next to him when it happened. Not giving him a proper goodbye.
Our family misses him constantly. I still cry often. He was such a wonderful dog. I hope that he and Byron (our older newf who passed earlier in the year) are playing together again on the other side. We miss them both so immensely right now that even with our two girls, our house feels so empty. Walking into an empty home is very hard, but at the same time, I am so sad that I can't imagine getting another dog down the road. I want my boys back.
Attaching a pic of him from last fall when he was at the dog park. This was his last trip there--I got really nervous about another dog hitting him in the shoulder (since his bone was compromised from the cancer).
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