Almost two and a half years ago our delightful yellow Labrador, had some swelling on the top of her head.
At first, I thought she had gotten stung by bee while exploring her backyard. It didn't get any better. When I took her to the Vet, he said that she had a tumor in her skull. He thought that it was the worst of three possible types and she would probably be dead within the month. A fellow lab owner, he seemed really saddened and concerned. Then he called to see how she was doing, and he called again. Eventually, I asked him not to call, every call was a reminder that the end was coming. I told him that I would let him know if there were any changes.
All of us except for Scout were crushed. Scout did not seem to know that she was on death's doorstep. She continued to be her delightful self. Ready to head off at a moment's notice for an adventure.
Ready to do battle with squirrels, all kinds.
Ready to play with all of her puppies, her humans.
Ready to keep anyone company.
Ready to help with relaxing.
The next year, our Vet was surprised but happy to see us when we showed up for a yearly exam. The next time, he was even more surprised. By this point half of Scout's skull was grotesquely swollen. We told him that we were moving from Texas to Pittsburgh, he asked if we would let him know how things went.
Things went alright, it seemed. Scout survived the drive from Texas to Pittsburgh. She took over the back seat.
She didn't enjoy hotels, moving from place to place unnerved her. When we reached Pittsburgh, she was a bit chagrined to learn that #1 son had a new puppy, Murphy.
She was even more surprised when #1 son and #2 son's lease expired and they and Murphy moved into our new house's attic so I could help with the puppy while #1 son was at grad school and #2 son was at work. She wasn't sure that she wanted to share.
Scout's closest mate, #1 daughter went away to college.
Scout worked at adapting to the new house. Murphy worked hard at annoying Scout just enough to make her play with her. The two of them settled into a routine, a brisk walk around the neighborhood, some tug-of-war, a long nap. Longer for Scout.
She failed to be impressed by the snow.
Last weekend, my husband and I were taking the dogs on our normal loop when Scout had a large, long seizure on the sidewalk. As a nurse, I should tell you that I hate seizures, in humans and apparently in dogs as well. We got her home and she perked up but I made an appointment with a Vet who comes to your house. On Tuesday, he came by and was amazed at the size of the growth. He said that once they have seizures, they quickly go down hill. It was a little hard to believe him, because Scout was a lot better from the day of the seizure and because he was new to Scout. He said that she had to be in pain, all the time, one continuous migraine. This saddened me, Scout never showed pain but was starting to have difficulty sleeping.
I spoke with the children and my husband and made an appointment for him to come on Monday to euthanize Scout. I figured if she was on the road to recovery, maybe years between incidents, I could cancel the appointment.
Unfortunately, the Vet was right. Scout rapidly declined. She appeared disoriented at time, walking around in circles. She had difficulty getting comfortable. She couldn't get onto the bed, where we were finally letting her, without help or get down the stairs. Murphy kept her company as she stayed on our bed. She did perk up whenever anyone said walk.
It was time.
#1 daughter caught the Megabus back home to say goodbye to her dog. The two of them grew up together. Scout always assumed that protecting #1daughter was her responsibility, no armadillos would attack when Scout was on duty. They were inseparable. I am so glad that she could come home for the end. The vet came to the house and gently helped Scout go to sleep, surrounded by her family except for husband who said his goodbyes to our blessing before heading off to work.
What place does this have on a blog about cooking? Would you be surprised to learn that Scout considered herself my sous chef? She preferred to remain in the background, helping most when I wasn't looking. She was superb taster. She once checked an entire loaf of pumpkin bread for flaws. She has eaten uncooked fresh pasta so there would be no waste. She lapped out the insides of a pumpkin pie at Thanksgiving, she was concerned about how long it had been on the counter. When my husband smokes pork, she patiently stayed by his side, making sure that the temperature stay constant. Ready and willing to dispose of anything that didn't make the cut.
I will miss her ever hopeful eyes when I am in the kitchen.