Thursday, October 28, 2010

Day Two

Today at 8:15 it will be exactly 48 hours since my Chazy passed. The death of Chaz really hit a lot of people hard. My vet office researched and researched yesterday about what exactly happened with Chaz and "could we have done anything differently?" The answer they found was NO. It turns out Chaz had a tumor in his salivary glad. The tumor spread rapidly like cancer does and took off into his blood vessels. That is why the bleeding wouldn't stop. According to everyone they talked to and all the vet books them popping what they at first thought was an abscess was the correct treatment for the tumor as well but it is 50% chance that the dog will survive. UGH!

I guess I feel some what better knowing that there wasn't anything more anyone could have done but at the same time I am sick of saving everyone else's dog and not being able to save my own. I want nothing more then my Chazy Wazy back.

Being at work is usually "get away" from whatever is going on at home but since Chaz came to work with me... well it just sucks! I walked into work today staring at his ID badge, his pillow, his blanket, his bowls, his cookie dish. UGH!

Now I begin the chapter of "How do I live with only 1 JRT??"

4 comments:

JOanne said...

It is never easy but it is such a lesson in our powerlessness...even the vet who has all that training cannot stop fate. Here is a video of a JRT that might put a smile on your face...great advertising for owning and properly training one.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P9Fyey4D5hg&feature=player_embedded#!

Kieran Andersen said...

I am so sorry about your pup. Karma WILL get those awful people, it will. Hang in there....

Original_Wacky said...

I'm so so very sorry for your loss. I don't think it ever gets easier to lose these wonderful companions we share our lives with.

selkie said...

I am so very sorry. I know words don't help; even time only takes the edge of. I have three beautiful (well, I think they are, they are sorta bad dogs too) dogs but to this day, 6 years later, whenever ANYHONE in my family brings up our Lass, there are tears. Some dogs just have a piece of your soul