Jager's Mom
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I have dreaded writing this…
Jager 8/8/03 – 10/30/12
Diagnosed with Osteosarcoma on 6/15/10. They (many many vets) gave him 2-4 months to live. We chose not to do amputation, chemo, etc. We decided to give meds to help with his pain.
For the first 4 months after we found out his diagnosis, I went into severe depression. I could hardly leave the house (and his side). Jager on the other hand, couldn’t figure out why his Mommy was crying all of the time. Apparently, no one told him that he had cancer and only had 2-4 months to live.
He had such spirit! And apparently the meds worked very well…as he was still a happy go lucky newf, and even played with his “little” brother, Bear.
As time went by…we started doubting that the diagnosis was correct. As a matter of fact…we had him xrayed again July 2011. And again, they (many many vets) said it was Osteosarcoma…yet no one could believe he was still with us (and not in screaming pain…not even looking like he was in any pain).
It seemed that all was well…until the beginning of October 2012… I could see a change in Jager. Not wanting to play with his brother, less interest in food, less interest in life. The bone measured 15.25” (vs 6” on the other leg), it was HUGE and growing FAST!
We knew the end was near, whether it was God’s choice or ours…the end was near. We were going to make the best of it, we owed him that. We finally bought our pontoon boat (the boat that we had promised him for 9 years). The boat came in just in time and the weather was absolutely beautiful…we were able to take him out 4 times…he LOVED it!
Five days after his last boat ride, we made the decision to send him over the bridge on October 30…it was the most difficult decision we ever made. But we knew if the leg broke (it was becoming weaker by the day, due to the fast growth), he would be in severe pain…and we couldn’t let that happen. We had fought 28 months to keep him from being in pain, and we would NOT allow it now.
As we drove to the vet, my tears came harder and harder…I could hardly breathe by the time we got there.
My baby passed while in the arms of his Daddy…with my face next to Jager’s face…I could hear his last breath…
Oh how my heart is broken…but I know we did what had to be done. I am lost without him…
And yes…we had the bone tested, it was 100% Osteosarcoma. And no worries, he was comfortable for those 28 months…the pain meds worked.
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