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Posted by lulusdogz on April 14, 2003 at 23:26:59:
I have never taken a loss this bad, and I do not think I will ever get over Kali. Kali was 6 years old when she was diagnosed with Mast Cell Cancer. She got the first tumor removed when noticed, but it came back, and worse than before. Kali never noticed the degree she was at, but it had metestisized from her left shoulder to her neck. Kali still acted as if she was in tip top health, she went for chemo, it was an up and down battle.on the morning of march 24 Kali bugged me to run out front and play bally, she was very weak and not to stable, but she was really wanting to, almost as if this is the last time we would play, it was. Taht night Kali got very ill, she started to throw up, and she collapsed I caught her, and patted her on the back, she came to. I decided to rush her to the vet, it was about midnight now, when I put her in the car, she started to grasp for air, she was crying, so I patted her back again, it seemed to help she threw up a lot of clear liquid.
Kali never came back home with me that night, I did not want to leave her, as I felt as if I would be deserting her, and I said to the doctor, she will die if I am not here, he said go in and see her, there she was, kali, on the floor with an IV in, and she gave me those cute little eyes she had, but this time they looked sadI sat down with her talking and petting her, she layed her head on my hand, and stared at me the whole time. within minutes of leaving the cell phone rang, my mother answered, I saw that look on her face, my stomach dropped, she died. She had started to hyperventilate again, and she passed out, he revived her, she looked at him with sad eyes, and died. I will never forget that night, as I walked into the room, I do not think I could ever been prepared to handle something like this, there she was, I ran to her, I had asked them to keep doing CPR till I got back, they respected my wishes. after a few minutes of me talking to her, I looked up at the monitor, it was flat line, I knew, I said they could stop the CPR. that was it, Kali was gone. Kali was my child, she slept under the covers with me, she acted human, I was blessed to have owned a dog like Kali, she was always so happy, I still remember the chickies pecking her in the butt, she thought it was funny, and would play along. People that were afraid of dogs, and especially pit bulls, they wern't of Kali, she could bring something out in people I never saw a dog or anything do. There was so many little stuff about her, I could write a book. I feel as if I am not complete, everywhere I went she went, we had an incredible bond, that her regular vet had even noticed when she was tiny it was as if, I was her mother, I was. I feel some guilt, as to her cancer, that horrific night of march 24, the vet had pulled me aside, and said he had never seen a dog with it this bad, and advanced and still be living, I told him I always thought if any dog could beat this cancer it would be Kali, he told me she was worse off than any of us including him had thought, and that she was hideing her pain. She was doing this because she was such a strong dog, and she didn't want her mommy to worry, she hid it very well. This cancer took Kali in 4 months from diagnosis to her passing, she is now buried in the front yard she loved so much, so she can look down and think about playing bally out there. Liz