Yesterday was one of the worst days of my life. I received devastating news about my beloved dog, Jobi. As you all would know, I love my dogs. They are like my children. I had Jobi since he was 3 months old, all cute and chubby. Now his 12.
I brought him to the vet because I found that he was limping really badly on Sun. His paw was swollen and the lump looked scary. When the vet looked at it, he said it looked pretty bad. I told him that I found some black lumps on Jobi's body. Upon inspection, the vet confirmed my worst fears. They were no ordinary lumps. They were tumours. I was devastated and I could feel my tears welling up in my eyes. To make matters worse, all the tumours started to bleed yesterday. The vet checked Jobi's spleen and found another lump there.
The vet gave me two options. One was to operate on Jobi and have his tumours removed and while Jo was on the operating table, the vet would cut him up and see if there is any cancer or is the damage is great. If the damage is great, the vet would just sew him up and let things be. That would leave Jobi very weak from the surgery and aggravate the cancer cells. However, if the cancer has not spread and has only affected his spleen, the vet would just remove jo's spleen and he could live for a longer period of time. Also ,there are risks involved. Jo is already 12 years old and surgery is very dangerous for old dogs because they may just die on the operating table.
I was at a loss. By then I could not stop crying. Both options didn't seem to be solutions because they all carried with them a certain lethal amount of risks.
Everything was like a blur. I was very confused. I told the vet I just want to prolong Jo's life at any cost. I would do anything for him. The vet advised me to go ahead with the surgery. However, he did warn me of the risks involved. Since it was such a major decision, the vet gave me a week to decide. I was to consult my hubby and parents and decide what was best for Jobi.
When got home, I googled to find out more and found many other pet owners who were in the same predicament as me and felt consoled that most of their dogs survived the surgery. However, I was very saddened by the news. Everything when I am alone, I would think of Jobi and how much I love him, tear would just fall uncontrollably down my cheeks. Whenever, I think of the pain that he has to undergo and also the uncertainty of not knowing if he would survive., i feel so sick. I can't bear the pain. I can imagine how a mother feels when she learns that her child is seriously ill. I can't seem to brush away my trepidation and sadness. I really pray that everything would turn out well. Jobi is still very active. My hubby and I take my dogs to the park every weekend and Jo would go around socialising with all the other dogs. He is eating and sleeping well. I just can't believe that he is ill.
My hubby and I are going to pay the vet another visit as we have more questions to ask before we make up our minds.
Today, in class. I accidentally let slip about this matter when I was trying to explain the word
'devastated'. Some of the pupils were so insensitive. They passed such comments ' 12-year-old dog has lived enough' or ' is your dog still alive?' all insinuating that it is time for my dog to die. Some of them think it is very funny and cracked jokes at the expense of my dog. I tried to stay calm but I could not bear their taunts and I scolded them about how insensitive they could be. How would they feel if I had made fun of their loved ones? They shouldn't turn everything into a joke. There are some things in life which require one to be sensible, sensitive and serious. I told them they must learn to be more sensitive to people's feelings and should not poke fun at people's misery. If only they know, how upset I am about this matter and how much it hurts me whenever I think of JOBI.
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