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Now I can boop her snoot forever.
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Gone 4 months and I still cry at least once a week.
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I understand this because I lost my girl a few weeks ago due to liver cancer that did metastasis to her lungs. We learned about it just 10 days before that - she seemed so healthy, it was like she got it overnight or something. We barely could do anything and I really tried to save her, I really hoped she could make it. She passed in my arms like all of a sudden after she walked after me and I picked her up.
I even haven't been able to tell someone else how I actually feel and how that last moment crushed me but how she looked so pretty and so happy just seconds before that like I never saw her before, like if somehow all her pain just vanished before she passed. I cried lots and lots and sometimes my eyes still get a bit tearful when remembering her and feeling how cruel and unfair life was to her and her mother and how I wish both of them still were around.
I just try to not think about any of that, but about how fortunate I was that the most 2 beautiful dogs were with me, her 11 years and her mother another 8. I don't even believe in afterlife, god or any of that, but I do wish there is a heaven for them and she and her mother and all of them are playing and in peace with nothing of this absurdity we call life.
Hope you too can remember all the beautiful and funny moments you two shared together.
That was the hardest part. if I caught it earlier I would have done anything to afford the amputation to keep her around with me. But it had already spread to her lungs. But she hid it from me.
Even on her very last day, hobbling around on three legs, she easily had the energy to standing jump into the back seat of the truck to go to the vet. Three hours and an xray later, I saying goodbye to my baby-girl.