You're not eating....not wagging your tail. This afternoon as I layed beside you, you wouldn't even look at me. I know this is my sign. It's gonna be so hard to say goodbye. Tonight while I sat bent over beside you, my head to yours, telling you how much I love you and the tears rolling down my face, you looked up at me. Those big eyes and licked both of my cheeks and then layed your head in my lap as if to say, "it's ok moma." I'll never forget that.....or you....

Where to go from here.....

A few days ago Razz's leg or a guess I should say bone in the leg finally broke. The thing is he still acts the same. We both said he HAD to have a high tolerance to pain when he torn the ligament in his knee, but now I'm wondering if he just loves us sooo much that he pushes it back. He still jumps up when we walk in the room, will follow me all over the house, (if i'd let him) and just last night he jumped over the ottoman to get to me in the kitchen. I can't see putting him down, but should I. I just don't know what to do.

Loves His Moma

My Razz-a-doodle is still hanging on. Instead of a limp, he's gone into a hop. Not putting alot of weight on that front leg. When his goes out for his daily "walk", he goes to the pines in the front yard, does his "business", then lays down a few minutes to regain his strength and head back to the front porch. He still eats well. When I walk in the door, he's up, wagging that whip of a tail. His daddy sleeps in the kitchen on a mattress with him every night. His Sophie loves on him everyday and gives him treats. His mommy takes him on his walk, lays with him in the living room floor, and plays a more calming game of keep away with his favorite frisbee as time marches on....way too fast.

I feel so selfish....I want him to stay. I want this pain to go away....it's not fair. He's only four years old. He doesn't know. His tail wags like a whip every time I walk in the room. I don't want him to go. Pls Lord don't take him. PLEASE...

Eight Weeks Post Opt

Razz's last checkup was yesterday. There was good news and bad news. The good news was that his back leg was healing perfectly. The bad.....my big boy has bone cancer. For the past week he has been limping on his front leg and I figured he'd done it again. A ligament, bone, or something like that. Nothing can prepare you for how bad this hurts. This stuff is very aggressive and very painful. We have maybe two weeks to a couple of months left with him. I have to get a grip so I can make these last moments as comfortable as possible.

Razz you are loved more than words can possibly describe. Our little Razzadoodle, Sophie's first "Razzy", moma's boy, I love you......

Five More Weeks!!!

So, next comes the long haul.....Razz is feeling frisky!!! Even on a short lease, standing still, he wants to hop. We had stopped using the sling, but now we have gone back to using it. It's more like a way of controlling his movement more than giving him support. He is still holding that leg up, but putting weight on it when walking. Only going out three times a day for potty breaks, he gets massages in the evening with a few minutes of ROM exercises. We can start five minute walks in eight more days!!! Whoohoooo!!!