Tucker (a.k.a pooper, booty, bubba do, love monkey, tuck tuck) is now 5 and a half. There is something about having a dog that makes your life a little sweeter, and a little bit easier everyday. He is ALWAYS happy to see me (unless he has done one of the unmentionables from the first paragraph), and has caught many a tear from my face. He is such a huge part of my life, and I can't imagine a day without him. That is why when i heard about Tucker's tumor last week, I almost lost it. I couldn't imagine a life where Tucker doesn't exist. I mean, i have gone without seeing Tucker before when i have had to leave him with my mom for a little while or when i went on vacations and such, but this was different. I life where Tucker didn't exist was to hard to imagine, it was almost unfathomable. The doctor told us that Tucker had a mast cell tumor and that he needed to have it removed immediately. I was willing to do anything. That day we drove home from the vet and I just couldn't stop crying. I didn't want to let Tucker out of my sight. I kept thinking to myself that it was too soon. He hadn't lived the long life that I had always promised him, he hadn't gotten a chance to meet my future children. Things that I feel like have always been pictures of my future. Bringing home a little baby from the hospital and watching Tucker sniff the carseat, watching Tucker run and bark at a crawling child, Tucker sleeping with a toddler in their new big kid bed. All things i wanted for my life and I felt they were slipping away. We scheduled Tucker's surgery for four days later, and it was a long four days, but it did not compare to the four days after the surgery that we had to wait to find out if the tumor had spread or if it was benign. If it was cancer and had spread, i was preparing myself and my wallet for the long road that i was sure i was going to go through. Radiation, Chemo, all of that seemed like it was the only option. Money didn't matter. I am sure Trammel would disagree, but all i could think about was keeping my baby for a little bit longer. On Saturday (four days after the surgery), the vet called to let us know that the results had come back and the tumor was benign. Tucker was perfect! I was so happy (so was Trammel), it was hard to express it in words. The feeling was just such a feeling of relief. I was relieved that i didn't have to put Tucker through such hard times. I was relieved that i didn't have to make the decision between my dogs life and what we could afford. I was relieved that all of the pictures in my head about my future are all still possible. Like i said earlier, Tucker has changed my life in such a way that it is too hard to imagine my life without him. I am so glad i don't have to worry about that right now....
This is a picture of Tucker's neck after surgery. They had to draw blood from this area, and Tucker didn't respond well to the needle
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