Blues in Dallas

I went home last weekend to unwind, wait to hear back to see if I got my job, and drop a few belongings off. Unsurprisingly, my parents hadn't decided what to do about the dog yet. The osteosarcoma in her paw had gotten bigger since I was last home in early May, about the size of a peach. The worst was that it was in the bone, and there isn't much you can do to get around the pain of bone cancer, and it spreads fast.

The middle of the week came around and she was getting bad. The stumbling, crying a lot; she was very obviously in pain. It was really horrible to watch. After putting it off long enough, my father decided it was time to make the call. Saturday at 3:20.

We were with her until her last moments. I took a few extra minutes after everyone left to say my goodbyes. It is one of the most heart-wrenching things to put your dog down. She spent fourteen years in our lives. She was beautiful. She had the heart of a lion and fought against her body as it failed.

I love you Zena. You were rad, and you're missed. Sleep easy, pup.