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March 2015



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TGR, Gutenberg, Rubric

Howl! Howl! Howl! Howl!

King Lear, Act V, Scene iii, upon hearing of the death of his dog.

We got home from Italy at about 11:30 this morning and by the time we were out of customs and in a cab it was near 1:00. It was hard to leave the incredible month in Italy behind, but was made even harder by the news we received as we were leaving for Milan on Saturday morning. Our beloved pet, Valsora, broke his right rear femur... doing nothing. He just stood up and it snapped. The vet found it was full of bone cancer, metatasticized apparently from the blood cancer that he endured three months of chemo to overcome. There was nothing that could be done for him.

Brett and Tracy brought him home on heavy doses of drugs and sat with him all night for two nights, keeping him comfortable and sedated. When we got home, we drove straight to their house and he was barely able to raise his head in greeting. He was really happy we brought him a Jitters coffee cup and some chocolate donuts, though! The poor boy's hind quarters were so swollen it was heart-breaking. Brett rigged a stretcher and we carried him to the truck to ride to the emergency vet clinic in Kirkland. He loved the ride and had half an hour of partially raising his head and acting perky before he became too exhausted to move anymore and laid down. Then the vet came out and gave him a little sedative, then the dose that stopped his heart while we petted his cheeks and told him about all the great things he'd done, for him and for us.

We're still crying. Can't quite do anything tonight but drink wine and weep. I know I promised more photos of Italy, but I just can't do them tonight. Go outside and look at the nearly full moon tonight. And Howl.


I'm crying too. I will look at the moon tonight for all of you.
Sorry for your loss. Pets bring so joy to life that they become family members.
Oh! That's simply awful.

I'm so sorry. Wish there was anything more to say, but there never is, is there?
Awww ... I'm so sorry for your loss. :-(