My dog Tia, a 12-1/2 year old golden retriever who spent the first seven years of her life living on dirt in a California puppy mill, was diagnosed with an inoperable brain tumor last fall. The tumor caused her to have seizures, which were well controlled with medications until recently.
Shortly after my flight took off, I noticed a beautiful orange-red sunset. The sun's rays beamed brightly through a low layer of clouds. I wasn't able to get to my camera to photograph the sunset, but as I watched the sun's brilliance burn even more brightly and then fade, I somehow knew that Tia would not survive the night.
As I watched the red sun blaze even more brightly and its brilliant rays penetrate the layers of clouds, I thought about Tia, as she burned brightly once she escaped the horrors of the puppy mill. Her life force multiplied as she learned to play with toys, to overcome her fear of water and paper, and to be part of a loving family. Then, as the setting sun's brightness began to fade, I thought of how Tia's life was fading as the tumor in her brain began to dim and ultimately destroy her life force.
Like the sun, her happy spirit and 'everybody is my friend' attitude
burned brightly. Despite her miserable life as a producer of puppies to
satisfy the greed of the puppy mill operator, she was remarkably
well-adjusted. She quickly took to her new life. She loved attention,
she loved her tennis balls and her soft toys, and she loved to roll in
the grass, even when it was covered in frost. Following our morning walk
each day, she would seek out a sunny spot on the floor in our house.
She liked to snooze outside in the sun if I was working in the yard.
Every day since her adoption in August 2008, Tia enjoyed a life of love, walks, toys and companionship. She seemed frightened by the seizures, but she didn't fear the inevitable outcome of a brain tumor. She simply enjoyed living the life she had known for 5-1/2 years since her rescue. She was happy, she was home, she was loved. Following her tumor diagnosis, we did everything we could for her. We gave her medications to control
the seizures, we switched her to a raw diet and supplemented her food
with a variety of immune-boosting powders. Most of all, we loved her as
we have always loved her, perhaps loving her even more.
And when her light went out, when the tumor finally defeated her body, we were with her, as we had been every day since this sweet little dog came into our lives. As we were with her to release her spirit from her failing body, she will be with us until we meet again and cross the Rainbow Bridge together.