On Wednesday, April 2nd, Bess was diagnosed with osteosarcoma.
On Thursday, April 3rd, the results of Bess' chest x-rays were back from the radiologist. The cancer had already metastasized to her lungs.
On Thursday, April 10th, I let Bess go.
I love this dog. I'm not really okay with using past tense for her right now. At the time of her diagnosis I could not understand how someone so vibrant and full of life could get shafted like this. And now I'm missing her happy, uplifting presence something fierce.
I cannot come up with the words to do her proper justice right now. Her wonderful breeder put out a very touching eulogy of Bess. When I've had a little more time to put together something more significant, I will share all of that. For the moment, here's to my little crackhead for being such a fantastic part of my life.