
These past weeks have been challenging as a veterinarian who has a close, consistent, relationship with most of my clients. I usually get the chance to personally know the owner as well as the pet.
Over the past few years, I met a young man who was referred to me by Dr. Jean Dodds, DVM and getting to know him, we shared a commonality of growing up in Ohio. He had a sweet pit bull mix named “Sway” who was battling allergies at the time. “Sway” LOVED her dad, and she loved doggie cookies. She was not dog aggressive, but she would bark at other dogs when they came in. Her bark sounded as if she was saying, “this is my dad, he is the best dad in the world, and I am not sharing him!” wagging her tail the whole time. Her symptoms progressed into what was diagnostically proven to be an auto-immune disorder. She battled with weight loss, went through multiple transfusions, feeding tubes….anything she needed, dad was eager to do for her. About 2 years ago, I distinctly remember seeing “Sway” emaciated, feeding tube in her nose, looking with forlorn eyes and thinking, “I am not sure she has anything left to give”. Then the jingle of the front door bells rang, a muffled voice in the lobby, and “Sway”, with every ounce of energy she had left, lifted her head and started wagging her tail. “Sway” knew her owner was there to check on her, everything she did, she did for him and vice versa. I knew after that moment, she was going to be ok, she was going to fight not to share her dad with anyone else.
For the past 2 years, I saw her twice weekly, then weekly, and so forth until we got to a monthly treatment regimine. Each time we put her on the scale she would weigh a little bit more, and be so happy to be with her dad. Every free moment her owner had was spent with and for “Sway”. They lived each day to its fullest.
Sadly a few weeks ago, complications from a sudden onset of pancreatitis and her pre-existing condition weakened her. Her owner, with a heavy heart, took the day off to spend with “Sway” and had made plans to put her to sleep. That afternoon, “Sway” passed on her own with her owner right by her side. I know that “Sway” didn’t want him to doubt that he was making the right decision, she closed her eyes one last time. I was so deeply saddened by the loss of “Sway”, I called home to inform my other half of the news, who was anticipating my updates all day. That whole weekend, neither of us could really be motivated for much, such a sad ending to a two year battle.
Then, last week a card came in the mail, a picture of “Sway” running in the sunset at the beach was enclosed. How touching it was to see her happy enjoying each day she spent on this earth. She had floppy ears, a squishy nose that loved to be kissed, and barked at me until I gave her a cookie. She will be greatly missed, but at least I have a picture to reflect back on and remember the joy she shared with all those around her, come what may.
