We had to put our dog Moses down today (08/16), rather unexpectedly. We adopted him from the pound 12 years ago, so he was somewhere between 12-14 years old. We took him into the vet today because he had developed a large lump on one front leg.
The lump turned out to be an aggressive bone cancer that had eaten away most of the large bone in his leg. The vet showed us the x-rays, and all he had left was the smaller bone, and she said it could snap any moment. Because of his age, there wasn’t a lot we could do for him. (They usually amputate the leg if the cancer has not metastasized) We considered bringing him home so we could have one last night with him, but we didn’t want to risk him breaking the leg. DH stayed and held him when they put him down.
He was such a good dog; endlessly patient, kind, and gentle. We love you Moses, our sweet angel dog.
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn’s rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die…