October 28th will mark 3 months since My Hailey left me. I thought I was doing ok (just ok- not great). But the last 2 days it has felt so fresh. Like it was a few days ago. There are moments I can't breathe again, the though that she is NEVER coming back is paralyzing. Subconsciously I have been operating under the assumption that she will back- silly I know.
Our other old dog- a 13 1/2 year german wirehaired pointer, Zeus, has cancer. We took him in for sneezing fits and discovered he probably has nose cancer and he has a melon size tumor in his abdomen (most likely hemongiosarcoma). We have chosen not to pursue any treatment other than comfort measures for him. Our vet was sure he would be gone within a month's time, but here we are 3 weeks later and that old dog is still going strong! He runs, eats and sleeps just like before.
Hailey was my dog before I was married and Zeus was my husband's. Hailey was diagnosed with cardiomyopathy and despite my efforts was gone in 3 weeks. Zeus shows no signs of illness after 3 weeks of his diagnosis. A part of me is angry that my husband gets to keep his dog longer- he has never lost anyone close to him. I lost mt best girl so quickly and have suffered many shattering losses starting at age 9 (dad, brother,mom, best friend). It sounds so petty when I see it on screen but I know it is the truth. Has anyone else experienced something comparable?