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We
all went to training, not sure
who trained who, but we
certainly learned the pecking
order; my husband, Gunnar, then
me. I was told from the
beginning to crate train
him. He
would cry and bark and I thought
it was cruel, so I let him have
the run of our home while we
were at work -- that was a
mistake, because no matter how
many toys or nylabones he
had, he liked our woodwork best,
so he then became confined to a
large laundry room, which he
proceeded to chew the walls and
all the woodwork. But I
must say by the time he turned
two his brain engaged and he
stopped!
Gunnar
had his chores he loved to do,
he would bring in the paper, the
mail and take the empty milk
carton to the recycle bin, he
loved to be told he was a good
boy, and he loved his treats.
Gunnar had the biggest
personality, when you walked
into our home, you would pay
attention to him, you would pet
him and he made it known that
you would. He was loved by
everyone.
Then
one Sunday at five years old, Gunnar became very
ill. We
rushed him to the vet and they
put him on IV's for the night
and the next morning began
running blood tests -- nothing
showed up, except peritonitis,
at that time our vet called in a
surgeon and they operated on
Gunnar. We got the call
three hours later that he had
removed a 10" x 10" 3
lb. tumor and it was
Leiomyosarcoma Cancer. My
vet went to his medical journal
and told me that this type of
cancer was normally only found
in old dogs and not a dog of
five years old. I was then
informed that chemo was not a
solution. The only thing
we could hope for was that because
the tumor was contained that
they got it all and it was a
'wait-and-see.' He could
give us no time frame. So
after three days we took Gunnar
home. I then went to the Health Food
Store, buying everything I could
that they give cancer patients
to build him back up and gave
Gunnar lots of love and we prayed a
lot.
Two
years later he again became ill
again. We again had surgery
done and
this time he was full of tumors
(30+) they could only remove 5
of them as the others were
attached to major organs, so
we took him home to love and
enjoy every day we had left with
him. That was Labor Day of
2003 and he started failing two
days before Christmas - so we all had
the best Christmas we could with
lots of gifts, and toys. Two days
after Christmas we had to make
that dreadful decision to let
Gunnar go to Rainbow Bridge.
It was the hardest thing that my
husband and I have ever had to
do --it tore our hearts out.
And I must say I was very angry
that Gunnar got dealt this hand
-- he
was full of life and love and
dedication, and did not get to
enjoy a long or healthy life.
But he did have a lot of love
and he knew we had done
everything we could for him and
would have done more if we could
have.
We
laugh daily about the funny
things that Gunnar would do, and
how he owned the house and we
just paid the mortgage. We
are now at the point where we
are going to start looking for
another male Rottweiler to help
fill our void.
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