It has been a long hard past two days and I am numb. My Boggle is
dying. A large mass in his lung was found when he almost stopped
breathing on the table for a tooth extraction. an x ray was taken and
the monster reared his ugly head. Right now he's on 6 different meds,
some 3x daily some 2, one 1. Dr weaver doubled his pred. If it works
to shrink the tumor (the anesthesia irritated and enlarged it) he's
got maybe a month, if not, maybe a couple of weeks.

I am numb. There are more details to this story but I just don't feel
like writing right now. Dr Weaver has been more than an angel, even
coming to see him on her day off. I will miss so much Boggies late
night, early morning gravy runs(I did this for his pred to keep him
on a 2 x 24 hr(2xdaily) I never minded cuz I was up anyway.

Days will fly to weeks and he will be gone. Time will go by without
him, and I will go on,.... again. These sorrows are getting to be more
than I can handle. If anyone knows Boggie, they will know that Boggle's
eyes ar the color of coal, and draw your heart in like a "tractor(?)
beam". He's beyond sweet, and hates to be held. He loved his friskie
dental diet, but has yet to have another from me since the surgery.
Please let the Pred work, I am greedy and I want all the miutes, hours
and days that I can have with him. Pray that he passes at home, in
peace, with his brother, Buddy and sisters, Candy and Holly.

Nothing else to say but good night, or good morning. No fancy words or
pretty poems. I am much too broken.Anybody have some good glue that I
might be able to glue my heart back together?

Sue

[Posted in FML 6706]