ah dammit… just got back from the vet.
ten year old dober cross, big couch potato. Dozer came into our lives from a wonderful rescue Hand Me Down Dobes. We had recently lost our heart dog, Brinks, to bone cancer. Brinks was one of a kind and only lived seven years before bone cancer got him. Buried here on the farm and I say hello every morning as I pass his grave on the way to the barn.
After a few months, we missed the presence of dogs in the house and picked up a pound puppy. Not too long after, we were given the clear to adopt from the Dobie rescue. Nearly a year old, this big dumb dog knew nothing and earned his name, Dozer, because he had no idea about personal space issues. He even broke my two year old son’s collar bone accidently plowing Daniel over in the driveway once!
These two dogs, Dozer and little Jinx have grown up together here and while they never compared to our dog Brinks, they turned out to be good dogs. Dozer has started to “look old”. He’s gone from a sleek powerhouse of a handsome dog to old, greasy, stinky, lumpy, farty dog as old dogs will do.
He’s been stiff off and on the last few months and we have tossed around starting him on old dog supps. But yesterday morn the limping on his front leg was more noticable. By days end, he was really lame and by this morn, non weight bearing.
I have a great great vet clinic that does all our work, large and small. I got him in this afternoon and told my guy point blank, I think it’s cancer. After a lengthy exam and several xrays from all angles, my gut instinct was confirmed.
Now it’s pain care and getting ready for the beginning of the end. He’s sleeping soundly from the torbo tranq but now I have to figure out when is the right time to break it to the kid. My son is pretty sensitive and this will be his first loss.
Big dumb dog. I’m gonna miss him…
