Maestro is our dog. He’s one of them. Maestro is dying. I recently found out that Maestro has an aggressive form of lung cancer…and he isn’t expected to live longer than 6 months even if I opted to have him undergo Chemotherapy.
Maestro is my first baby. He’s the oldest. Maestro has been there for some of the best and worse of my life. Maestro loves me like no other and so it is extremely important to me that I continue to honor him with my love and protection as he nears the end of his life.
From the beginning, I’ve always said I wasn’t one of those people that believed in exhausting measures when it comes to saving a dog. I believe that when your dog’s condition prevents him from continuing to be a dog…then it is probably time to say goodbye.
I look at him and I can see that he’s telling me he’s leaving. His eyes are filled with this sense of knowing that he and I share alone. I look back at him telling him its ok to go and reassure him that I love him. With my eyes I tell him that its not a bad thing that his body is failing him. Its not his fault and I don’t blame him. I love him and I forgive him.
Now however, I am faced with the toughest of decisions and I can’t help but wonder at what point will Maestro no longer continue to be Maestro. Will I know it when that time comes and will I be able to allow him to say goodbye with dignity?