My boy was diagnosed on
July 2, 2008 with
lymphoma. We took
him in to the vet after
I noticed a huge lump on
his throat while laying
with watching TV, like I
always do. We
immediately took him to
the vet, thinking it was
an infection and the vet
told he had cancer and
that we needed to start
chemo right away or he
would be gone in days.
Well needless to say I
was a wreck - thinking my
baby boy was sick with
cancer but I stayed
strong and started
giving him all the
loving care that my vet
said he would need with
some great food and
vitamin B-12 injections.
I was cooking him
sirloin steaks and
sleeping on the floor
with him most of the
nights and he was
starting to get better.
I started to see the
tumors go down to almost
nothing and his energy
stared to come back
after the first and
second week of chemo.
On the start of the
third week we had to
rush him in because I
noticed he was not
getting up and he was
breathing hard. I spent
the whole day with him
inside his kennel (10
hours) while they gave
him medicine and made
his temperature come
down. That was Saturday
and we did get to go
home, as he seemingly
got better and my vet
decided to continue his
chemo on Wednesday and
by Thursday night he was
not getting up again and
he didn’t get up to go
outside to go to the
bathroom. He just
eliminated where he was
laying down, so I knew he
was in very bad shape.
I
screamed to wife that we
had to get to the vet
and we picked him up and
took him in where we
spent 7 hours trying to
get him out of his
condition and I cried so
much because he kept
turning his head around
to look at me and just
gave me his big
beautiful eyes and
stared me trying to tell
me something and then he
would try to get up but
he was to weak to do so.
I insisted to the vet
that he wanted to go
outside so I picked him
up and tried to stand
him up to go outside but
his legs collapsed, I
began too break down and
cry so the staff helped
me put him back on the
table. My vet turned to
me and said “Robbie I
think its time we stop
his suffering”...these
words I did not want to
hear.
I then grabbed him with
one arm around his him
big beautiful head and
hugged him, I whispered
in his ear, "Kobie, I love
you, my boy..." I then heard
his breathing slow down
and then stop. I cried
and held on to him for
15 minutes until my wife
and several staff helped
me pull myself away from
him.
I miss my “Bubba”
that was his nickname so
much that I am crying as
I write this story... I
will miss and love my
boy forever.