I never posted about this here, I realize. The truth is, it was too hard. It’s still too hard. But for some reason, I feel like it’s important to close the story on this blog, since I started it here.
My sweet heart dog Echo lost her battle with Lymphoma on October 23, 2015, exactly a month after my son Henry was born. After one round of failed CHOP protocol chemo, and a rescue protocol after the cancer recurred, we made the choice to not let her suffer any longer.
I still can’t believe that she went from a healthy 4 year old rambunctious Boxer in July, to a horribly sick dog ravaged with cancer to the point of euthanasia by October. The birth of my son is the only thing that held me together. I had to stay strong and distracted for him. It’s still so incredibly difficult even now. I have to avoid thinking about her so that I don’t cry. I avert my eyes and don’t look at the photos on the wall.
Our other dogs were out of sorts for awhile, and our other Boxer Krogan still seem lonely. After all, she cuddled with him all day and night. My Facebook Memories and old Instagram photos are a constant reminder of the void she left behind. I am so happy for the 5 years I had with her. Selfishly, I want 5 more. She was my once in a lifetime dog, and I don’t think I’ll ever know another dog like her.
November 5, 2010 – October 23, 2015
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