This past February, I chanced upon a clever little soul. Or maybe she chanced upon me.
I named her Gypsy.
When I found her, though, wandering the city streets in my neighborhood in the February cold, she looked like this.
But, from the start, she had these eyes…eyes that knew more about hard living than I could ever imagine…and a sweet, sweet face.
I called The Dude when I found her on the street to ask what I should do, but of course, the answer was simple: Take her.
So, I did.
It wasn’t always good times with Miss Gypsy-doodle.
She’s been on medication since day one. Skin treatments, antibiotics, anti-fungals, steroids, antihistamines, grain-free food, supplements…someone did a number on the poor girl, for sure.
And then there were other problems, scary problems that almost meant the end of Gypsy in our life.
But one seriously amazing dog trainer solved all Gypsy’s problems.
After months, Gypsy finally seemed to…relax. Her issues with the other dogs vanished. Her tail wagged uncontrollably. She gave unabashed cuddles and kisses and even learned to lie down and enjoy the simple act of sleeping in the sun without fear, without anxiety.
Like a regular dog raised in regular circumstances.
The last couple of months have been wonderful.
This past weekend, finally off all her medications for the first time since I found her emaciated in the street, lymph nodes all over Gypsy’s body swelled up. Badly.
Today, we found out that Gypsy has cancer. Lymphoma.
We won’t know for a few days yet just how bad it is or just what our options are.
After everything she’s been through, after all she’s endured, it seems so incredibly…unfair.
There’s no other word for it.
As I keep telling The Dude, who is simply heartsick, that our Gypsy-doodle is far from done with this world. She’s eating like a champion…she eats ALL THE THINGS…and she’s playing with Max like nothing else in the world matters.
And so, we’ll make every moment a good one for her, every moment she has left one of love and warmth and comfort and happy puppin things, whether it’s a year’s worth of moments or just a few weeks.
Because that’s exactly how a puppin’s life should be.
Sorry to break radio silence with a sad post. Today was just a sad day.