On Sundays post I promised I would share with you my last adventure with you. So lets get started and then I will tell you how I am doing. Sit back, grab some snacks (might I suggest Cheetos), a beverage of your choice cuz I have a lot of photos to share with you.
We begin on the path that my buddy Bert found for me so I could continue going on pack walks with my friends. On this walk the pack was going to meet at 9AM, butt me and MOM got there at 8AM and started out.
Of course you can't keep me on a groomed trail or paved path. I must take the path less traveled.
Oh look over there, DUCKS! I love ducks. I just love to watch them swim about. I don't chase them. My friend Zim taught me that. Whenever I see ducks or geese I channel my inner Zim. Do you see my ducky friends?
Here follow me I'll get ya in closer. Butt no barking, we don't want to scare them.
Just right over here a little further.
"Hey Mr. and Mrs. Mallord. Must be something tasty your are snacking on."
I could just watch them all day.
I think I see some more friends over there.
Just beyond the bridge. Lets head that way. Going under the bridge not over it of course.
Isn't she beautiful?
Me and this guy were having a conversation. Little mind waves being sent through the air. He even quacked at me a few times. Butt I just sent him a message through my tail wag.
Now what adventure would be complete with out saving a stick or two. That would be no adventure at all.
Look here is another one. What could be better, ducks, sticks and time spent with just me and MOM. I bet heaven feels and looks a lot like this.
"Bye bye ducky friends. Don't worry about that stick, I'll make sure it is OK." Look at those cute butts. I can not lie, I am a duck butt kind of guy. Yea I said it, and not ashamed one bit about it.
MOM thought we should head back butt I gave her that look that I wanted just a bit more. I mean I already have muddy paws and there is a section of this river that we have never been and I want to see it.
WOW! This is so beautiful. And you know what I am looking at? A beaver swimming across the way. AND then guess what came by?
More ducks. You thought I was going to say sticks didn't you?
Hey MOM they are swimming right towards the beaver. That sounds like the start of a funny joke: "Two duck meet a beaver in the river......" Oh the punch lines are endless. hehehhe
And of course there were more sticks. I was particularly fond and worried about this one.
"MOM this here stick is in need of home care." MOM knew I was serious cuz I put on my serious face.
So I am taking it back to my place so it can get the care it needs. And I did too, carried all the way back to the car.
When MOM and I got back to where we started we looked across the river to the parking area and there were my pack friends getting started on the walk. While I LOVE walking with my pack friends I have to say that for whatever reason my MOM felt compelled to start our walk early I am glad she did in light of what is happening to me now.
Here is the low down. On Sunday I stopped eating. I would not even eat my MOM's salmon treats she makes for me. Monday I went to Bert's place while my MOM went to work at the shelter. A few hours later Miss Vickie contacted my MOM and said I had bloody diarrhea but I seemed to be doing OK otherwise. MOM picked me up that evening. I still would not eat and I will admit I felt a bit lifeless. MOM started to worry. Later in the evening she noticed blood was coming out of my pooper shooter. She stayed awake with me all night. I wanted to go outside every 30 minuets or so. When the light of day started to break we went to Dr. Eddies. Dr. Eddie looked me over real good and then he carried me to the back. MOM went to the reception area and there was Miss Vickie. I am glad she was there for my MOM. A while later Dr. Eddie had my MOM come to the back and showed her pictures of my insides. Here is the deal my friends. On my stomach area I have a very large mass, a tumor. It is very big. So big that it has pushed my intestines towards my butt. And on the other side the tumor is squishing my spline, which is restricting blood flow. And one more thing the picture also showed, my heart is smaller than it should be. MOM said that my heart maybe small physically but it is as big as all our adventures combined. Is there something that can be done to fix me? Well no there isn't. I could have surgery to removed the tumor butt the truth is my friends I would not survive the surgery. My age is a big factor as well as a few other things. MOM said I am worth WAY more that the 5,000 green papers for the surgery butt the outcome would be grim. Dr. Eddie said (and I know this is hard to hear) that MOM did not have to send me to the Rainbow Bridge right that moment. Butt the truth is Dr. Eddie said it would come very soon. So, Dr. Eddie is rehydrating me and helping me to feel better. Feel better so MOM can take me home and in his words "enjoy these last moments with each other". MOM and I love and appreciate Dr. Eddie and his honesty and his compassion. He is doing all he can to help me and my MOM have a bit more time together. So my friends there you have it. I can't thank each and everyone of you for your thoughts, prayers, emails, texts. It means the world to both of us. We welcome your prayers. Pray for my comfort during this time and for peace that surpasses all understanding for my MOM.
You all have blessed and enriched our lives beyond what words can say.Blessings,
Goose and Michelle