Looking back, I recall the moment 12 and a half years ago, when, on a cold December morning, Greta had a caesarian section, and I watched as one baby and then the next was lifted from her womb. Their small sleepy bodies, just squirming in this new world.
And the last to emerge was this tiny, squealing baby puppy. From the moment she drew breath, she was feisty and funny and although the smallest in her litter, she was the puppy always ahead of the others.
That’s my Anneliese. Full of spunk and never giving up on anything. Enjoying life to the fullest.
So yesterday, when I got her pathology report on the tumor and teet they removed a week ago, my heart just broke into a million little pieces!
Anneliese has Stage 4 Breast Cancer. There was a lot, and they were not able to get it all.
Some of you recall that I managed Shubi’s rare illness (GME) by doing chemotherapy here at home. The drugs ravaged her body, and in the end, she had no quality of life.
So, I have decided to do palliative care for her during the remainder of her life.
She will go for more car rides, she will get that little piece of bacon she craves, and she will be spoiled rotten.
I’m not sure why all of this is happening to one sweet little doggy. The eyes, and now cancer. It just is not right!
But she is loved deeply, and I will enjoy everything about her in the time we have left.