The other night Roo was not breathing well. I had a “mom freak out” moment and took her to the emergency vet clinic. And he confirmed what I feared. She has a mass in her throat.
And it’s probably cancer. I don’t know why this disease keeps haunting me. And I am consumed by wanting someone to blame. I want to blame the vet that didn’t catch this a month and half ago. I want to blame the meds she is currently taking for arthritis. I want to blame myself for smoking in front of her all those years. I mean, she is only 8! Why is this happening to her now?
Roo and I have been through so much. She was a dog I rescued from Jen jolly before Jen had a chance to take her back to the vet. She and I got kicked out of Bridget’s house. I had to replace the entire drip system because of Roo. She was a crazy puppy. Then…in the Reggie house, she ate my phone one night before I left for Seattle. She was scared of something outside and needed attention, I guess. We lost Ciarra, Nic, and Marc as roommates. She got a baby brother along the way and a daddy….who closed up the kennel for good and “rescued her from jail.”
I love this dog. She has been my snuggle buddy for years and will always be my baby girl. I guess we are going to keep her comfortable until things get bad and then have her put down. I am genuinely depressed.