On September 23rd, Mr. GV's mother called him to ask a question about a stray dog that was hanging around their house. This was that stray. Mr. GV's parents are old-school, and so her solution was to drop her somewhere else, while his father told me she looked so bad he thought he would have to shoot her. That's how it was done in the past, and I'm sorry to say that's how it's STILL done sometimes.
I have said many times that I have a heart for dogs that are old and sickly. Well, this stray was brought to the right place at the right time. She was absolutely pitiful. Hair missing from fleas, teeth worn down from fleas. How long would you have to have been full of fleas to have worn your teeth down?? Ears full of black gunk, cheesy smell to her body, mammary tumor plus large vaginal tumor that stuck out of her body. And her hearing and sight were not so good. The vet estimated her age at 10-12. Plus you can just imagine how dirty and skinny she was.
I took one look at her and thought "She's going home with me. Whether she has two days or two years left, she's going to be loved."
And oh how she was loved. After a couple days she was sleeping between us at the foot of the bed. She had a good appetite. She enjoyed her treats.
She was also positive for heart worms. Because of that, the way her lungs sounded, and the fact that she was having to work a bit to breathe, our vet did a chest X-ray. It was cloudy but did not look too bad. She went on a course of steroids and antibiotics for a couple weeks. Her breathing improved and she had surgery to remove the tumors. The mammary and vaginal tumors were all benign, which was a pleasant surprise. She was spayed at the same time (Did I mention she was in heat when we got her?? I was so thankful she was not pregnant, because we would have had to end it.
She recovered quickly from her surgeries and had lots of energy and appetite. Her hair grew back, and she had a beautiful coat of white hair with black spot. She was enjoying life; you could just tell.
And J took to her right away. He used to cuddle with her, want her to sleep on the bed with him, and tell her he loved her. And she loved being with him. She would choose to stay with him in whatever room of the house he was in.
And she loved her daddy more than me, which is totally fine! I am just glad she could bond with someone after all she had been through.
Riding home after a walk in the park.
She was a chilly little girl, so she got a sweater.
In November, I noticed she was developing multiple lumps on her body. They came up suddenly, and I took her to the vet. The vet was not too concerned about the lumps but wanted to put her on another round of antibiotics for her skin, which had not healed completely. Within a few more days she started having trouble breathing again. Back she went, had another chest X-ray (which looked worse than the original one) and she received oxygen for a while then came home.
The next day I was laying in bed with her, snoozing, when a strange noise woke me. Lucy had stopped breathing. I gave her a couple of breaths by mouth, not knowing if it would do any good. She began breathing on her own again, but was obviously struggling. At this point we thought we were fighting an infection. If I had known then what was to come, I would have let her slip away, comfortable in her own home.
But since I didn't know, I rushed her to the vet where she was again put on oxygen. Our vet did a needle aspiration into her lung and discovered that unfortunately, Lucy had cancer. The hazy X-rays probably were obscuring any obvious tumors. The lumps might possibly have been mast cell tumors. Or maybe not. We'll never know.
But she was struggling, and her time was near. We decided to do the most loving thing we could, and release her from suffering. And so on November 26th, Lucy left us.
Would I have done anything differently? Yes, but only in that I would not have put her through surgery for spay and the other tumors. I do not regret one penny spent on her, nor the heartbreak of losing her so quickly. I would do it all over again, and plan to take in more elderly and/or sick dogs. I am waiting a bit to continue though, as my nephew J was so heartbroken over losing Lucy. He asked that the next dog I get be a puppy so it wouldn't die. And so I am trying to take into consideration that it is traumatizing for J to lose someone he loves, but at the same time balance that with the fact that there are so many needy older dogs out there.
In the end, Lucy spent all but a few of her last days like this: snuggled up in front of the fireplace, snoozing, with a full belly, and feeling LOVED. I couldn't ask for a better ending.
Please consider adopting an older pet! Or if you don't feel like you can go through the inevitable loss, please donate to a group such as Old Friends Senior Dog Sanctuary. Look them up on Facebook. They are doing a fantastic job of taking care of multiple senior dogs!













