My heart is all black and blue. We lost Tanky to Cancer on Wednesday. Although, the vet told us we had four months it was still a shock to me. I spent 24 hours a day with him and the last three months you wouldn’t know he was sick. He had a growth on his neck and some days it would be small and I could pretend that he was perfectly fine. The drugs he was on kept him from knowing he was sick. I was living in happy denial with him. We took walks and snuggled on the couch and indulged him with all the snacks he wanted. He had to go outside more on the pills.
We had him for a mere 8 months. Time for me doesn’t matter. He was by far the best dog I ever owned. No disrespect to all my other fluffers. Tank was kind, beyond well behaved, loyal and incredibly sweet. Not that he didn’t get into some shenanigans once in awhile… but you really can’t be mad at a dog that learns to open the cabinet door to eat an apple…. Or once in awhile enjoy some tissues. On St. Patrick’s Day he wasn’t able to keep his food down. I made him Chicken and Rice and still didn’t work. His pills stopped working and the cancer had spread.
We took him into our vet on Wednesday. We knew. The vet knew. Tanky just wanted his tummy rubbed. So we gave him one more tummy rubbed and made sure he felt no pain.
He was six years old and simply it’s not fair. He just got into a home that truly loved him. He didn’t make it to spring to swim in the pond one last time. It’s just not fair. Our hearts are all black and blue. People ask if we think he was sick when we got him. I don’t know and I really don’t care. Bruce and I would have done it all over again. He was one of a kind and brought so much to our home. We are grateful that we were able to be a part of his life.
Meg and I are trying to get use to the loss of our sidekick. She keeps looking for him and spends more time snuggly up to us. Cancer has taken two of my best friends in the last eight months and it’s simply ripped my heart out and made me remember that everyday is gift.