For 12 years, I had the most magnificent, benevolent partner- the first living being I'd ever had reciprocal trust with. For those 12 years, I felt like I wasn't walking the world alone anymore. In October 2010, Lucy the WonderDoberman was diagnosed with lymphoma. Without treatment, prognosis was 6 weeks. I always said I'd never do anything crazy for Lucy, when it was her time, it was her time. But every vet I spoke to said chemo for dogs was nothing like chemo in humans and I'd be crazy not to do it.
Every week, we drove 2 hours each way, to Angell from Cape Cod because the doctors and vet techs were so comforting and caring. Lucy made it through two rounds of chemotherapy and quite happily lived 7 months from her diagnosis. That was enough time for her to enjoy another beach season, another warm Arizona winter, and enough time for me to become used to the idea of losing my best friend.
Lucy died, peacefully in my arms as I said prayers for her at home on May 31, 2011. I picked her up myself, carried her to my car and drove her 3 hours to Angell's Hillside Acres. They allowed me to wait for her while they took care of her, after hours.
I owe Angell everything for that time- all I want is to be able to pay it forward and honor Lucy's life. Please help me do so.