Our beloved family dog, Sky, affectionately known as Mr. Sky and Sky Dog, passed away last month. He was just shy of 11 years old.
We thought for sure we would have more time with him. But from the moment we found out he was sick, we had just about one more week with him. It was very sudden.
Which on one hand was nice, because he went out without being deaf, blind and in pain for years like most dogs. But on the other, it was very hard to handle and process.
He had a pancreatic tumor that was so large (the size of a melon) and it was pushing all his organs into his rib cage and causing him pain. That tumor could have been removed, if we hadn’t found cancer in other areas of his body. Sky also had cancer on his liver and lungs.
The tumor could rupture at any moment causing him to hemorrhage and pretty much die an awful death. The vet said we could gamble and maybe get another week, even a month out of him, but he recommended putting him down immediately. We could tell Sky was in pain and did not want him to suffer in the sligh
, and of course did not want to run the risk of a hemorrhage and traumatic death. We made the decision to put him down right away, and got to enjoying our last few days with him.
We wanted to make his last days very special for us all. We took him to the beach twice and cooked him steak. We loved on him, let him sleep in bed with us and on the brand new couch. We got to hug and play and say our goodbyes.
We were lucky that our vet came to our house to put him down. It was horribly sad, but very comfortable and peaceful. I am grateful. The living room in which my daughter came into the world is the same living room that Sky left the world. I wish that all humans and pet humans can be born and die in the peace and comfort of their own home.