ptrbryant
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I'm still a bit in shock. Our beloved family pet, Wallace [named for Braveheart] just wasn't himself the past couple of days. This morning, I noticed swelling under his jaw and thought this isn't right. Without making an appt. I took him over to our vet's (fortunately, DS10 was at a friend's house). It turns out Wallace has extreme swelling in all of his lymph nodes and blood in his urine. They extracted fluid from his nodes to send off to a lab, but when the vet was giving me the probable news, that he has cancer of the lymph nodes, she added,"But, we won't have that confirmed until the lab results are in." I asked what other things might it be...she gave me a sad kind of smile, then said,"Honestly? In my experience, there's nothing else it can be."
I completely lost it! Just couldn't stop crying and had a hard time uttering monosyllables. When we stepped out of the office, the girls who work at the front desk--and love Wallace--were all crying and they hugged me. I really won't know "details" until Friday or Monday. My heart is so heavy and sad!
DH and I told DS10 once we got home from his TaeKwonDo class and he went ballistic! I mean, he just screamed and threw himself on the floor...we finally got him calmed down, but nothing we're saying (i.e. we'll face this together as a family and try to be strong for Wallace; it's fine to feel very sad and upset, but you can't lose control, etc.) seems to be connecting.
For the record, when we adopted Wallace from the local shelter, he was 5 weeks old (!) and they told us he was a beagle/chihuahua mix. At nearly 6 years old, he's 99 lbs., white with black spots, black floppy ears and a black patch over his eye--turns out he's part dalmatian, English setter and pointer. (I'll upload a photo later). He's the sweetest dog in the world...always defers to our cats (12 and 13 years old) and always wants to please us.
This is going to be so very hard!
Karla B.
I completely lost it! Just couldn't stop crying and had a hard time uttering monosyllables. When we stepped out of the office, the girls who work at the front desk--and love Wallace--were all crying and they hugged me. I really won't know "details" until Friday or Monday. My heart is so heavy and sad!
DH and I told DS10 once we got home from his TaeKwonDo class and he went ballistic! I mean, he just screamed and threw himself on the floor...we finally got him calmed down, but nothing we're saying (i.e. we'll face this together as a family and try to be strong for Wallace; it's fine to feel very sad and upset, but you can't lose control, etc.) seems to be connecting.
For the record, when we adopted Wallace from the local shelter, he was 5 weeks old (!) and they told us he was a beagle/chihuahua mix. At nearly 6 years old, he's 99 lbs., white with black spots, black floppy ears and a black patch over his eye--turns out he's part dalmatian, English setter and pointer. (I'll upload a photo later). He's the sweetest dog in the world...always defers to our cats (12 and 13 years old) and always wants to please us.
This is going to be so very hard!
Karla B.


Many hugs to you and your family. Pixie dust and hugs for Wallace.
But it does teach our children good lessons about death and dying, which, unfortunately, they need to learn. So sad. 