Bone Cancer In Dogs

Question by melly: I saw a poem regarding “letting me go home” from pets, gravely ill, to their owner companions.?
About 7 wks. ago, I was getting ready to visit family in Ohio. I don’t know why but I clicked on “Answers”. On the screen in front of me was a question posted only seconds before. The question was from a young man whose dog had just been diagnosed with, I believe, lymphoma, and was wondering how he was going to get through the eventual loss of his friend. We lost our beloved Scout, a choc lab, on Dec. 10, 2008. We were devastated, as was his litter mate, Trooper and his cat sister, Lucy. Troopers health began to deteriorate soon after. We thought it was depression. He searched for Scout every day. The only time Trooper seemed to be in good spirits and feel good was when we took him to the dog park or the beach. But even then, he was always on the lookout for his brother. He would howl into the crashing waves. It was heartbreaking. Early in March, I took him to the vet. I thought he was grieving himself to death. But X-rays revealed liver disease. I left on April 24th, praying he would be at the door to greet me when I returned. Sadly, my husband had to let Trooper go to be with Scout on April 25th. I was not there to lay with Trooper as he joined Scout but I know he knew how much he was loved….BOTH of them. They are together now. Forever. And are happy to be giving swimming lessons to their new friends who didn’t know how to. I would love to include the poem in the scrapbook pages of “The Adventures of Trooper & Scout.”

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Answer by Mutt Luvr
ok. what’s the question

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Quarantined like a disease
My cell full of flies
I walk with a seeing eye dog
Stitches sewn in my eyes

I feel the back hand of fate
I swear it is rape
The way it tortures me
My life he sedates

I lash out in ways that are inhuman
I go back to my primal instinct
Because of the way he stains my leather
In matters that are most distinct

For you can read the story imprinted on my skin
Of a monster who rapes my rights
For no moment do I get of solitude
Neither sunshine nor moonlight

He blackens my lungs more than any smoke may
He infects me just like a cancer
For he is the god in my realm
It is to him that I must answer

My colors have been smudged and ruined
My pages torn beyond repair
For I have washed into the gutter
Nobody to answer my prayers

My brain has been beat and battered without one word spoken
My bones purge out my skin, blood ridden, smashed and broken

When I call for help I only reach the wolf instead
So then no body believes me,
Not even one tear shed.

My outsides are blackened and splattered with carmine
On the inside I am falling apart,Dying,
Never to speak again
Oh and i am only 14 haha