I joined this forum about 12 years ago to learn about this amazing breed. I tried rescuing without any luck in my area. Finally started working with a group in Georgia instead of my home state, that all changed when I came across a scared looking puppy on Craigslist. Met up with the people rehoming her and she was shivering and looked abused, I couldn't let them keep her. We took her home and you guys helped me learn about how to take care of her, this was my first Sheltie. Over the beginning years, I met up with SheepOfBlue from here at a flyball event, but Beignet never showed any signs of wanting to play with toys or balls, so we didn't attend any other events. I drifted away from the forum not long after. She had a spinal stroke 2 years ago at 10 years old and I feel like we almost lost her then. She worked real hard in therapy and was walking again in a few months. This slow down made us miss some early indicators I feel like would have noticed the cancer sooner, I took her in for her annual and was told she had stage 4 cancer after her blood tests came back with low white blood cells. We went to start chemo, we sent off tests on the lymphoma to Washington State to target it and she started an intro base chemo treatment. They gave her an expectancy of about a year with treatment. Unfortunately a week and a half later, she wasn't able to walk and wouldn't eat and the oconologist said she had internal bleeding and an enlarged spleen. She was in severe pain and breathing was extremely labored. Vet advised us to not let her suffer any longer. We decided to let her go on Monday. It just felt so quick and I can't stop beating myself up that we missed things where we could have gotten her treatment that could have kept her around for awhile longer. I just feel lost without her, she was the glue holding me together through a lot of the years. We only got 12 short years with her.
Thank you for the help you guys gave me. It was a privilege to have had her in my life and I hope I gave her a good life. I don't know where to go from here. I keep looking for her, so I can lie down and give her some scratches because any time I was sad, she was there. I'm thinking of volunteering at a shelter or looking into fostering, but I feel like it is too soon as well. I miss having her so much and struggling with how to grieve her.