So. Here I am today, writing this blog, because my best friend was recently diagnosed with osteosarcoma. For those of you who don’t know what osteosarcoma is or can’t even begin to think of how to pronounce it, well welcome to my life for the past few months. I STILL don’t know how to pronounce it nor do i care. All i know, is that i hate that word & it’s a disgusting “C” word that has turned my life upside down in just a matter of weeks. The doggo that you see all over this page, his name is Bentley & he’s my best friend. He is a 3 year old golden doodle that has been my saving grace. About 2 months ago our lives changed forever. Instead of going hiking, going to dog parks, or any of the things we use to love to do together; we have been running around to vet offices, chiropractors, surgeon specialists & oncologists just to find a way to cure my best friend. What i haven’t told you yet, is that through out all those visits we made, we only found out one answer. It’s not curable. So, you see, this disgusting osteosarcoma is a very aggressive, painful & deadly cancer that eats away at the bone. Osteosarcoma ate my best friends entire hind leg in a matter of 3 months. So after a long conversation with my best friend & much thought, we both decided that he was WAY too young & full of life to leave this world behind. You know, you never really think that one day you might be responsible to make every decision for someone you love so much. Someone who has no voice. No way to tell you if they want to keep going or if they’ve fought enough. Decision making was a little easier because through out all of this, Bentley remained himself. A happy, energetic, loving, crazy pup. That’s why I have decided to relieve him of this horrible pain he was experiencing but in a more moderate way. Amputation. A scary word, but still not as scary as the “C” word. A lot of people think i’m crazy for this. A lot of people think that a dog can’t be happy with only 3 legs. A dog can’t be a dog with just 3 legs. Well, we are here today to prove that dogs can be tripawds & still live just as happily! Bentley no longer has 4 legs but bentley has life. & I think that means more to him than a silly leg! It didn’t take bentley long to adjust to being a tripawd. About 12 hours post operation, actually, is how long it took him to get up & get moving on with his life. I remember the nurse that called me from the hospital where he was staying over night after surgery. She said “Bentley did wonderfully. I have to tell you though, I’ve never seen a dog stand and be so ready to go after only 12 hours post op. He is amazing.” Right then, I knew I had made the right decision for my best friend. Benny was no longer in pain. He was ready to live his life again, no matter how long he had. See, to dogs, it’s not about how long they have. It’s about who’s there with them through it all. To dogs, we are their everything. So as long as we are there, together everyday through it all, Benny is happy. I am happy. We are a happy tripawd family. This is just a little intro to our new lives. I will be posting about bennys journey quite often so follow along if you’d like 🙂
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