Chance is our walking miracle. This journey with him through his liver cancer and hip dysplasia is one I will never forget.
In September 2020, Chance was diagnosed with a fist-size tumor on his liver. Which means it had been there for a while before being discovered. By my guesstiment, I'd say it has been almost year since the tumor started.
I woke up today with Mark whispering Chance's name and for me to come quick. Chance's back legs had collapsed and he couldn't stand up on his own. Luckily we had a lift harness that we had bought for Blaze, that we were able to get underneath and around him.
He had a very hard time walking, but with our assistance, we did get him outside to take care of business. Chance was exhausted and couldn't stand on his own, so he was laying there in the grass and my first thought was, "This is it." And my second thought was we haven't dug the grave yet. My mind was whirling with having to go to the vet, the grave, and that we were here, at the end of the road. I thought that because I didn't know if the weakness in his legs was generated by his hip dysplasia or his liver finally giving out. And the whole thing triggered off Blaze and when she died.
At the time of our little emergency, I wasn't thinking about how Chance would handle the lift harness, because for the last 10 years he still cringes when I put on his walking harness. Under the circumstances, he was OK with it, and by the end of the day, he didn't seemed bothered by it at all. Which is good because he is stuck with it.
As the day wore on, Chance was feeling better, walking by himself and getting up on his own. Even by bedtime, he was still moving just fine on his own. I finally felt relieved and like I could breathe again when we said our prayers tonight. The scare was over for now. Chance had made it through the day.
We made the choice to ride out Chance's life to the end. Whatever that means and how ever it comes. I have grappled with this decision since Blaze died, until today. Today made the turnaround for me when it comes to ending his life. We'd never let him suffer and he is not suffering. There is a whole lot of dog left in him. And for that I am grateful. So very, very grateful. He is not ready to die and I am respecting his wishes. Blaze was a hard loss. Out of the blue she went downhill fast and we were nowhere ready for it, but we learned so much from our little girl. Knowledge that will save Chance's life for as long as he is here.
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