I really don’t even know where to start on this post. This past week I’ve felt like my whole world has seriously come crashing down around me, and we’re only at the beginning. When we went to sleep last Sunday everything was completely normal, and then on Monday everything changed.

Monday morning when I woke up and went to work, Dart was acting like his usual self. He jumped down off the bed and got in his dog bed and waited for his usual doggie treat, except that he wasn’t very interested in the treat at all. I didn’t think anything of it to be perfectly honest, and thought that maybe he had a stomach bug because he’s a dog that is prone to “garbage gut” as my mom tends to refer to it.

Well Dart didn’t really stop acting weird that morning, so Chris thought that it would be better to take him into the vet just to be on the safe side. They ran a bunch of tests at the vet and what they found was that he actually had bleeding in his abdomen. There wasn’t anything that they could do for Dart at our normal vet, so they sent us on to a specialist.

When we got to the specialist, they walked us through everything that was going on with Dart and what it could possibly be that was causing the bleeding in his stomach. They had taken an ultrasound of his stomach and found that it was more than likely coming from a tumor that had ruptured on his spleen, and the only way to make it stop was to remove the spleen through surgery. They also told us that 75% of the time the reason that these tumors form is because of a very malignant form of cancer that the survival rate is just really small.

Once the vets had gotten Dart stabilized, we knew that surgery was for sure the way that we wanted to go. We didn’t want him to be in any pain, and even though it was a small chance that it wasn’t cancer, we knew that it was a chance we’d want to take.

We got to say goodbye to him before his surgery and I pretty much lost it right then and there. The last time that we saw him hooked up to all of the tubes and lying in a hospital kennel was right after he had his accident, and it just brought back so many hard memories. We went home after they took him into surgery, and we got a very happy call from the surgeon saying that everything had gone well with the surgery about an hour later.

The Wandering Weekenders- Life Can Change In An Instant

The next few days were very tough. We got to go back to the hospital to visit him every day, and he was definitely very out of it the first day, but each day he looked better and better. On Thursday we got to take him home, and we were so incredibly over the moon. We still hadn’t heard back from pathology about if the tumor was cancer, but seeing him so happy and basically back to his old self was giving us hope.

The Wandering Weekenders- Life Can Change In An Instant

We literally pulled into the driveway when we got home, and that’s when everything just came falling down all over again. The vet had just gotten the pathology results back and it was cancer. I basically spent the rest of the night crying and cuddling with Dart as much as possible because I just can’t imagine life without him. He’s my baby, the very first dog that Chris and I got together, and there will always be a hole in my heart that nobody or thing will be able to fill.

The Wandering Weekenders- Life Can Change In An Instant

We have our meeting with oncology to talk about our options on Friday and I’m hoping against hope that there will be something positive that comes out of that meeting. But until then we’re just trying to spend as much time with him as possible, which meant that we spent the whole weekend all three of us just cuddling on the couch together.

I think that a blogging break last week was just what I needed when everything was going on. But I think that coming back to this space every week will be something that will help me to keep my mind off of everything, so I’ll try to keep everything light and bright because that’s what I need right now. But if I’m a little slow to respond on things, you’ll know why. Thank y’all for all of your thoughts and prayers for our little guy to make a full recovery.