I rarely check this thread as it's usually too heavy, and today is no different.
Ms Boissal lost her beloved Bosco a while back, he was living his best life one day and gone the next morning, undiagnosed GI tumor that somehow ruptured. At least he didn't suffer but the abruptness made it really hard to stomach. Not a month later we had to put her 2 kitties down at the same time, they were both geriatric messes. She was hurting bad and after 3 months of it not getting any better she found a Facebook post about a senior lab needing to be rescued from a kill shelter in the UT boonies. She went to check her out and came back with the sweetest most decrepit chocolate beast. Behold Lenora:
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They had no info about her at all, she was dumped at the shelter overnight. Not chipped, no collar, nothing. She was at least 12 and in miserable shape with laryngeal paralysis, a condition that looks like an asthma attack in humans. We thought we wouldn't last 1 day at the house, the stress triggered some attacks and she could barely breathe, let along get up and move. Ms Boissal was on a mission to provide her with a few good months so she hunted down a vet that could fix the issue surgically. No guarantee a dog this old and unhealthy would survive but we went for it anyway (Ms Boissal did, I kept my mouth shut cause I know better than argue with her about how much should be done). Turns out I should have had more faith in the old lady's will to live cause the surgery did wonders. She recovered quickly, got a lot more active, and lost about 15 lbs of lards. She was able to go on a bunch of camping/biking trips with Ms Boissal, some short backpacks, daily walks, and overall had the best of times. She was a ravenous poo eater, living with us was complete heaven for her: we have 2 cats, a dozen chickens, and are 3 minutes from a park where people apparently don't believe in cleaning after their dogs.
She had more health issues down the road, turns out she wasn't fixed and started bleeding one day, we thought it was doggie periods but she had an ovarian tumor. Surgery #2 took care of that and she kept trucking along despite her terrible arthritis. Eventually one of her gigantic lipomas turned out to be cancerous and that was the end of her. Not a pretty end either, a lump on her butt turned into a sore and eventually an anal fistula (charming I know) which Ms Boissal patiently cleaned and packed twice a day. We have a vet neighbor and friend who saw her daily and has no patience for people who go overboard for a suffering animal, we knew she'd tell us if we were ignoring signs that it was time. It never happened, Lenora slowed down dramatically at the end but kept living it up, going on short slow walks, occasionally dashing away to eat a poop, eating her meals voraciously, and clinging to Ms Boissal like her life depended on it (it did). Then one day we came back from the park, she laid down, tried to get up a few times, and gave up. She looked a bit panicked at first and had some weird neurological symptoms, it was clear the time had come. Vet friend came over 15 minutes later and we sent her off within an hour of her last walk. That was 3 weeks ago. We expected her to live for 2-3 months at most, she was with us for about 16, and I still couldn't type this without getting some stuff in my eyes.
Here's to Lenora, always smiling, one of sweetest most loving creatures I've ever met. She loved being brushed, napping on the couch looking like a loaf, napping in the grass looking like a corpse, napping under the hammock on camping trips, getting stuck under fences but not caring, stealing unripe tomatoes, and running around in deep snow. Hopefully she is her kind of heaven: a field littered with poos from exotic creatures, the perfect buffet.
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