Sorry to report, I had to say goodbye to Moose on July 16th. He’d been doing really well, then over the first 2 weeks of July his control over his hind end became less and less. We changed his acupuncture and his oral meds but in the span of a weekend he went from being able to walk on his own to not even being able to stand up on his own. Another trip back to the vet and x-rays showed more spondylosis and narrowing of disc spaces in multiple vertebrae, and by the next morning he had completely lost sensation and function from the bottom of his rib cage back. The changes in meds and acupuncture weren’t enough and the pressure on his spinal cord became too much. We discussed spinal surgery for him, but with him already missing the front leg we decided it wasn’t fair for any of us to go through another major surgery that may not be successful or where he may not be able to do the rehab. We discussed carts and the logistics of having a geriatric 115 lb one-legged dog in a cart, but he had lost bladder control and battling bladder expression, future urinary tract infections, catheters, and bed sores wouldn’t be fair to a dog that spent the majority of his life following me around and going places with me.
The kicker was that on the x-rays his lungs showed no evidence of cancer mets, though I know that doesn’t necessarily mean they aren’t there. When this all started I never thought paralysis would be the reason we had to say goodbye. I did, however, get to celebrate a full 9 years of having him and 8 months after his cancer diagnosis, which was more than I had hoped for. If I had to do it all again I’m not sure that I would do anything different – I knew he wouldn’t live forever but now I just miss my friend. I know with time the sadness will lessen and there will be other dogs, but there will never be another Moose.