March 4, 2015

Updated 3/26/15

Just 4 weeks ago my Blossom Louise had her tests to make certain that a sarcoma that was removed 6 months ago hadn’t metastasized. She was doing great and her tests were all clear. Just 2 weeks ago, Blossom didn’t want to have her breakfast, went back to sleep and didn’t want to get out of her bed until 1 in the afternoon. Every step seemed like a journey just to get to the water bowl. I layed down on the floor on my back and she laid her head on my chest and we just had some mommy and Blossy time. I can still feel her head laying on me. My wonderful vets had me bring her in to see what was wrong. My mind was thinking positive, maybe a belly ache, maybe the cancer is back, but we will see what meds will help her and do some more living. What I didn’t expect is her horrendous blood work that showed she was dying of ALL Acute Lymphoid Leukemia, she was dying by the hour, and although she used what energy she had left to wag her tail, she left us. Even if I did have all the money in the world, nothing would have saved her. Losing Blossom brought me to my knees in despair. I’ve stared at her blood work so many hours of so many nights. We had her since she weighed only 4 pounds, very stinky, full of worms, and the cutest little Angel that made us all smile. She was a part of our children’s childhood, our family’s memories. She was Josh’s “silly goose’, daddy’s “LuLu”, Jeremy’s “thin slice” as he compared her ears to the thickness of lunch meat! and Anson’s garden bandit. Blossy loved her fruit and veggies and always knew when Anson’s watermelon or cantaloupe had grown to perfection, when the zucchini was perfectly tender and had herself a scrumptious feast. Blossom had her own grape tomato plants. I’ll always see her in my mind having a snack of tomatoes, that she wasn’t sharing. She was mommy’s Lulu Louisa, who taught us our love of bassets and always happily greeted soooooooooooo many bassets that came through our home, unless it was passed 7:30 p.m. If it was later than 7:30, Do Not Disturb, or you got the growl, the snap, the buzz off. I’ve been trying to make peace that I was blessed to love her 12 1/2 years, and smile when I think of her instead of cry.