2017. We thought it might be better than 2015/2016, but it was only the start. Christmas 2016 HuDad got what he thought was a tongue ulcer, but turned out to be tongue cancer. He had the operation in April to remove it and started and completed radiotherapy successfully. If we weren’t going through enough stress at the time, Shelby, our beautiful Porkie started to become very frail but a few months previous the vet had said that if there was nothing actually wrong with her that we should just let her see the rest of her life out in comfort. Sadly it wasn’t meant to be. Shelby started to go downhill and we had to make that decision. That decision that no one ever wants to make. I didn’t want to say goodbye. It broke me in pieces to have to make the decision to let her go. She was the eldest of our babies. She was our first furry as a couple. I thought she’d go on forever as she was so strong, so headstrong and feisty. But no. We had to say a final goodbye and let her go with dignity and run over Rainbow Bridge with Lolly and Biscuit. I can honestly say that when it’s time to let them fly as angels, a piece of my heart goes with them. It’s the hardest thing you ever have to do when you’re a furry parent.
So to commemorate her life, I commissioned a sculpture of a fairy angel in her name. Kara from The Fairy Maker makes fairies to order and very kindly made the fairy to my specifications, with highlights taken from Chelsea’s own picture. I think she captured her essence perfectly.
So that was the beginning of 2017. Fast forward to a few short months ago. We wanted to find out what breeds the 2 “Rotty X’s” really were as all along we never really thought that they were Rottweiler Xs as Vay (Vegas) always looked more like some kind of terrier. So we bought some DNA Dog Breed Test Kits from the Animal Health Trust. Don’t worry, these tests are the most trustworthy DNA kits on the market as they are produced by The Wisdom Panel. We took all the samples and sent them off. After about 14 days I contacted them as we hadn’t received the results. They immediately resent them to my email and first one I checked was Ali’s (apparently Vay’s was ruined when it got there) but as they were sisters, they both have the same DNA. Finally we would find out what they were. Now I was expecting Rottweiler and Collie. What I actually got was….. Wirehaired Vizsla x Collie! Shocked to say the least, but I’m so glad we found out finally.
Sadly the excitement of Vegas and Ali’s DNA revealed actually subsided when the next day when we woke up to find Vegas biting her stomach to the point it was bleeding. Andy rushed her down the vet that morning. They thought that she was nervous licking it as she had an infection. Now Vegas was always the type of dog to roll over on her back for you to rub her tummy but the previous week had been slightly subdued, but taking her to the vet that week had just resulted in them handing us a week’s supply of antibiotics and told to feed her chicken and rice. Hmm.
4 days later we woke up to find her swollen. It was as if someone had pumped her full of water overnight. Her head had ballooned up to at least 3 times the original size! Antibiotics certainly weren’t working that’s for sure. Devastated isn’t the word. That afternoon, the vet told us that she thought Vegas actually had cancer, and something had “probably ruptured” overnight. In their opinion, she probably wouldn’t make it past 24 hours and as she was in pain now we only really had one option. Damn that. Damn, damn, damn. Why Vegas? Why did it have to happen so quickly! Why?!?! So yet another fur baby gone. Vegas was 14 years old. She was kind, gentle and beautiful. She was my big soppy Vaygy Waygy. Yet another crack in my heart. Dammit. But now she’s with Biscuit. He adored her on earth, and now they’re together again. Run free, fly high Vay. Miss you dearly my beautiful girl.
I don’t know what I’m going to do to commemorate her life yet. As I want to keep their spirit alive I want something that I can see every day, that means just as much to me as she did. I have a few ideas. I’ll keep you posted.
But no more now please 2017, no more bad. I now want good things to happen. Only good, happy things. I think my family at least deserve happiness now as we’re still hanging on, broken hearts and all.