Our Salty

Salty started feeling poorly about a week ago, subtle at first, but clearly off her normal game. Today we visited the vet and after a physical exam the doc recommended x-rays as she was having a hard time hearing her heart. (I never noticed how close “hear” and “heart” are) Not our regular vet this was a very clinical setting, the vet stepped out a moment to talk to the techs and I overheard her say, “She’s an old girl, gentle.” I couldn’t say it better.

 

Not long after the vet returned, and the news was not good. Her chest cavity and abdomen were full of fluid, most likely caused by some kind of cancer, we could do more to find out exactly what, but I don’t want to put the old girl through it. At over 15 years, I feel “cancer” is another way of saying “old age.” I’m told it will be soon and the best option for her is “hospice” which she clearly has with us.

 

So as we prepare to celebrate Sadie and her 18th birthday in a couple of days, we temper it with the last loving, somber days of our dear old Salty dog. Life…Death…Joy...Pain...Sorrow...Love....... Dogs

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