A Good Man Knows When to Exit...

Here are my final words of wisdom…things do change quickly, so take advantage of whatever time you have.

Up until Wednesday I was feeling great. Then I started feeling a bit sluggish. I saw many of my friends over the weekend & I got to spend the night with Kathy, whom I have a big crush on! Little did they know that they were saying good bye to me.

Last night I started to feel like I did when I got sick back in September. My belly started to get big…the doctors like to call it distended, but it just made me look fat! I woke up at 3:30 this morning and couldn’t get comfortable. I slept in the hallway the rest of the night with my entire family beside me and telling me what a good dog I had been. We all knew what was coming.
When morning came we called Dr. Bleem & he wanted to see me immediately. He took one look at me & knew that the cancer had spread, and it was time to go. Dr. Bleem gave me my last shot and told me to “go play”.

While I didn’t expect to make an exit so soon, I had a good life and a man knows when it is time to go. I hope you all have enjoyed tracking my progress and I thank all of those who cared for me – friends, family, and the medical staff who have become my family as well. Don’t forget all my words of wisdom. Maybe the most important ones are “go play”.

Chemo Round 2

I didn’t realize I was such a popular guy. A few of you have commented that I haven’t kept up on my blog. .. you just can’t hire good help anymore. The news is good so far. I had my second chemo treatment last Friday. They changed my chemo because I got so sick after the first round. This time Dr. S. gave me a pill rather than an IV. They didn’t do an ultra sound so I got to keep what little hair I have on my under carriage. That is good since it is getting cold in these parts! Dr. S. did do a chest x-ray and I am glad to say I fooled Dr. S. and tall momma. Nothing showed up on my chest x-ray so the cancer has not reached my chest….yet.

I am feeling good and didn’t get sick at all from the chemo. I have to go in tomorrow to see Dr. Bernie to get a CBC done. Not sure what they are looking for, but I test well :)

I have been very mischievous these past few days. Tall momma likes to have her English muffin each morning. She usually eats one and puts the second on the counter waiting to cook it. Yesterday she came in thinking she forgot to put the other one out. You know where this is going…today she caught me licking my chops as I tried to trick her again! It didn’t take her long to realize she wasn’t crazy & that I got on the counter and ate the muffin. You would think that she would at least put peanut butter on it since I am a dying man!

I am including a new picture of me that my Aunt Johanna took. My parents bought me a Christmas collar & are making me wear it early… those two never do anything early – especially shopping. Since this will most likely be my last Christmas, they think that I should get a lot of use out of it. I think Tall momma said something about if I eat her muffin again, I won’t even see this Christmas!

Here’s what I have learned in the last couple of weeks… never think that one bark doesn’t matter – oh wait that was one vote…. Our Senator from Illinois is our new President-Elect; I lived to see history in the making. Now, all I have to do is work on him to have a mutt in the White House. So what if Malia is allergic. I am more than willing to give the President Elect a brindled colored daschund named Maggie :)