Happy Easter to Everyone

My mom and dad are very happy this Easter. Our Royal family is still in tact. I'm still hanging in there. I refuse to let go of my wonderful life just yet. I'm still on my regimented diet of rice and chicken puree. I've stopped the Omeprazone but I'm still taking a half tablet of prednisone a day. Our trip to visit the doc on Thurs. went really well. He gave me some Royal Canin GI kibble and some soft canned food that will make it easy for my tummy to digest. It's very yummy. Mom says if I can keep it down and I don't get the runs I can have as much as I want. I lost 10 lbs since my last visit so my mom is quite concerned about my weight.
Doc removed P. Mollydawg's stitches and was pleased with her progress. She's s'posed to walk slow and continue with her warm/cold compresses before mom and dad do a range of motion exercise. No jumping around or running after me. That's just fine by me, cuz I really don't feel much like running. It's about all I can do to walk beside my mommy.

Yesterday mom was outside digging in her raspberry bed. I really, really wanted to be beside her but she kept moving back and forth across the yard. I started to get a bit winded so she took me back into the house. She wishes I could be comfortable just to lay a few feet away from her and watch her work. I think my abandonment issues from my past are sneaking back in to haunt me again. I am so afraid my mom will leave me. What if I fall asleep and she runs away on me.. what if I turn my back and she walks out of the yard and I never see her again...??
She tells me everyday that she will never do that. In my ole heart I know that. Maybe I just want to use every second of my short time left to be by her side. Mom says, "that's okay ole King, mommy loves you and we can lay in the house if you would rather." She loves my like that.

Our good friend Lil Molly is visiting this weekend. At first I was worried she'd be a bother to me. She's not. She's playing with Lady May and leaving me alone. I like that. P. Mollydawg had to snap at her at one point cuz she walked right onto her sore leg. YIPES! That was so not good. She really is a clumsy kinda girl. We love her very much though. She's been in our pack since she was only 8 weeks old. My how she's grown. This is when we met in 2009.

Mom says the Easter Bunny wanted to bring us some really special treats this year. I guess mom and the bunny had a conversation and it was decided that the treats would be an extra hug and a spoonful of meal supplements for me. MMMmmm... that's okay by me. If you want to wish me well... pray for a normal stool and no vomiting. Then I can eat until, my heart is content.

King vs Hemangiosarcoma Day 16

It's been 16 days since I collapsed from a burst blood vessel around my heat. Since then I have learned so much about Hemangiosarcoma. I even know how to pronounce it properly. Mom has spent a great deal of time doing research. She has joined a couple of Support groups for more information and has me on a regimented diet. She puree's chicken breasts and soft rice. Lately she is adding in a few softened kibbles. MMmm yummy.
I didnt puke at all last night. That's the first night since this all began. I'm still taking my Prednisone, but only half dosage for the time being. We think it's what caused me to vomit profusely. I also take Omeprazole once a day.
So far it's working... ((touch wood))

My sister, Princess MollyDawg has a follow up appointment with the doc, in two more days, on Thursday for her TPLO. Doc says dad should bring me in too and he'll retest me. Mom says she wants him to give me an injection or something that will help me to boost my strength. She knows I have a limited amount of days left but she is thinking it might give me a bit more strength to endure. We'll see what the doc says.

I want to say thank you to everyone for the well wishes. I feel like so many people have been in my corner since the day my pack and I were found and brought to Yvette. You give my mom so much support and I know right now she REALLY needs that!

At present Im back laying at mommy's feet while she types on her computer. I have a full belly and my good friend Lil Molly is visiting us. I feel comfortable and content. I don't feel like playing with Lil Molly right now but maybe later we'll go out for a walk around the yard. The sun is shining and it's a new day.

Paws crossed I'll write good news for Thursday.
Until then, please hold your furries tight and remember to kiss their nose. We like that!


Here's a video that was taken 3 days after my diagnosis. I'm feeling week but Im on my feet. Princess MollyDawg is pre TPLO surgery and Lady May is staying close to me.

The first day of Spring 2016

I am lying watching as my mommy works on her computer. I’m in my special place beside her. I have a thick cozy mat to lay on. Everyone in my pack knows this is my spot. As a matter of fact, “My Spot” is directly beside where ever my mommy is. It always has been. I do not roam far from her. She calls me her shadow and hugs my neck. She loves me and I know it very well. I came to live with my family in 2009. At the time, they guestimated my age. We were told I was somewhere between 6 – 10. Yes, I know, that’s a big gap. As the years have sauntered by, we have decided that I must have been born in and around 2002. Even if we are not right, it’s what my mom and dad have decided will be my birthday year. I was rescued from the forest along with my pack, Bella, Spring and Chinook in 2008 on April 28th (Thank you again Uncle Lou and Aunty Bonny) I lived for a year at Turtle Gardens Animal Rescue Society until I was adopted in 2009. (Thank you Mamma Yvette) So mom said my birthday will be April 28 2002. That means I’m now almost 14 years old.

I have lived a wonderful life. I do not remember much of my life before 2008. I know I was at one time cared for very much. My mom says I must have been. I am such a good boy. I am so gentle and kind to all I meet. She says whatever happen to drive me away from where ever I was raised must have been very bad, but I don’t remember it. Mom says I have an incredible will to Survive. She says it must come from when I was left to heal my self over a very cold winter with a femur that was completely broken in two places. Staying alive with my pack, living off the land. That was then. This is now. I am living the life of Riley. My dolce’vita. My new pack treats me with dignity and respect. My mom and dad say that’s what I deserve. I have been well loved, cared for and I am happy. The years are ticking by and I am getting very old now. I have been showing signs of my age for over a year.

A few weeks ago, I woke to find I was unable to lift myself up out of bed. I had difficulty breathing and I could hear my mom telling dad to get up and call my doctor. I was vaguely aware of my surroundings but I knew if I let my mom and dad take charge they would sort everything out. In the past, they have always been able to help me find some strength left in me to get me back on my feet again. I recall being in the doc’s office that morning. He was poking a needle in my arm. I was so tired and I almost fell a sleep a couple of times. Mom and dad and the Doc spoke for a very long time and the Doc gave me another needle at the base of my neck. It soon made me feel a little better and I was able to breathe easier. Mom and dad were crying and holding onto me and each other. I knew this was serious. My heart would not stop racing and I did not feel well at all. I heard the word, Hemangiosarcoma. www.caninecancer.com/Hemangiosarcoma

I was so happy when they lifted me back into the car so I could fall asleep for the 1 hour ride back home. Soon I was back with my Princess MollyDawg and Little Lady May. I went right to bed and drifted off to sleep again. It was still difficult to breath, my heart was still racing. I woke when it was dinner time and was offered the biggest, juiciest dinner I have had in a long, long time. Unfortunately, I only ate a bit. I was not very hungry.

Mom gave me a pill and a whole lot of hugs and kisses. She talked a lot to me and although I couldn’t quite put my paw on it, I knew she was telling me something very important. I heard her say she loves me. I know those words very well. She and dad slept right beside me with their arms wrapped around me all night that night.

Today begins week two and I have lost a lot of weight. I can breathe easier now. My heart rate is back to almost normal. I am still getting up to go out for my business and I am very hungry all the time. Mom says its because of the pills she`s giving me. Prednisone. I`m also taking a pill called Omeprazole. It helps me to keep my food down. I`ve started vomiting a lot now.
Mom is feeding me soft pureed chicken and rice with a bit of canned dog food for extra vitamins. I have it every two hours. 1/2 cup at a time. That is easier on my tummy and I only seem to vomit a bit of liquid at around midnight now.

I don’t do much through out the day. I sleep most of the time. My girls, P. MollyDawg and L. Lady May are always by my side and I feel their comfort. I know my days are numbered now. I feel my strength going quickly. My mom and dad still give me all the love they always have. They give me pills that make me feel better. My mom put my belly band on me so I don’t have to worry about the dribble I do now.
When I puke mom or dad just stroke my head and say, ”Its okay Buddy.”

I love my mom and dad.
I know I’ll be leaving them soon.