Archive for September, 2014
It’s been five months and 19 days since Ferdinand’s amputation and the boy is still rocking on. He finished up the chemo treatments like a boss and got a clean bill of health from Dr. Mones at Alpine Hospital. He gave us a little scare with a cough but then Fiona the Fierce — Ferdi’s Chihuahua sister — came down with the same cough so it was decided that it was just allergies or a little bug.
He gets tired more quickly nowadays but that’s the only sign that he’s not at full capacity. Otherwise, he acts like a pup, playful, cuddly, raring to go at the slightest jingle of the keys.
He is somewhat of a local celebrity. I was in the bank with him (Elevations Credit Union is very cool about him coming in despite the sign on their door) and a guy rushed over to him, cooing his name and hugging him like they were long lost pals. He finally stood up from the love session and acknowledged the bewildered look on my face by explaining, “I’m one of his Apple store friends! I haven’t see you guys in a while…”
We spend every Sunday morning at Tod’s coffee shop in Gunbarrel, sitting on the tiny patio (the sidewalk) having breakfast, reading the paper, communing with the other regulars, planning out our Home Depot shopping list and generally enjoying what we refer to as ‘our Sunday church service.’ For us, it’s better than church because 1) we get coffee and 2) we have Ferdinand with us. He has weekly admirers who bring him treats and last week someone even brought their Great Dane puppy, Gus, to meet Ferdinand!
It’s funny, everyone who meets him says how much they’d love to have a big dog like him but the big ones just don’t live very long and they don’t want to put themselves through that loss. They tell stories of dogs with cancer whose people chose euthanasia over amputation because they couldn’t bear to go through all that and then lose them anyway. I get it, Ferdi is our fourth Great Dane, they do break your heart sooner than a little dog. And amputation was an incredibly difficult choice with no guarantees.
But I also get that every Dane has been worth the heartache whether we lost him at two years old or at three or at nine and a half. The surgery, as difficult as it was, has given us a little more time with this one. We can never know how much more time we have with him of course, the vet says it could be years, but even if the worst happened tomorrow, we know for sure that it will be worth the anguish to have five more months, 19 days and counting.