8 November 2015 1.00 AM 24F Cloudy
It seems only moments ago that our sweet baby girl was being born. Fina was one of the eight pups from our first litter and with her soft nature, beautiful looks and caring personality, she was quick to make an impression on everyone.
I can feel my tears roll down my cheeks whilst writing this, her loss amplified by what she had to endure during the last few months and the good grace with which she bore every thing. And that will be our lasting memory of her – a wonderful companion, a good sled dog and a calming influence. Her gentle soul filled our hearts with tenderness and her beautifully plumed tail could bring a smile to my face at any time.
She died yesterday from a hemangiosarcoma that was only discovered because she required an emergency operation for a gastric torsion a few weeks ago. During that operation, the vets discovered that she was riddled with tumours and had to remove her spleen. Further exams and xrays revealed the horrible truth, the cancers had spread to many of her organs, including her liver and lungs. She recovered amazingly well from the torsion surgery, and with no less than the absolute grace we would expect from her, she took the many medications and potions we offered. We were told we might only have days with her, and yet as the weeks passed and she seemed happy and at peace, we were thankful and hopeful for a miracle. Sadly, that hope died yesterday.
“Grief is like the ocean; it comes on waves ebbing and flowing. Sometimes the water is calm, and sometimes it is overwhelming. All we can do is learn to swim.” V Harrison