Prada was diagnosed with an aggressive
form of blood cancer’ hemangiosarcoma, I believe the vet called it. Given the
choice to have the tumor surgically removed with a prognosis of four to six
months, or the tumor removed surgically followed by chemotherapy and a
prognosis of a year, and no guarantee that she would be able to continue
working after treatment, I made the decision that her quality of life post
treatment would not be worth fighting for. I asked the vet to put Prada down.
From the time of her diagnosis to the moment when the vet administered the
lethal cocktail, no more than an hour passed. Time of death was 0203 hours
Central Daylight Time, 4 February, 2016. Prada died quickly and painlessly and
in the company of her partner, her family, and friends. She was my first
partner, beloved beyond description. She and I worked together for six years,
seven months, and nine days, roughly two-thirds the average working life of a
German shepherd. I can’t imagine life without her; I don’t know how life works
without her. I can’t say I’m looking forward to finding out, but I will. By God’s
grace, I will.
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