My dear Kuvasz Kodi has been diagnosed with osteocarcinoma and has not much time left.
For those who know her, and her past troubles.
She recovered over a year ago from what we believe was a stroke, but this past week she had been limping and I had her checked at the vet school at the University of Georgia where they did a biopsy and revealed that she has osteocarcinoma in her upper left leg. Since she is now 12 (almost 13.. her birthday os December 25..I always referred to her as my christmas present from God) amputation is not an option. It is now just a matter of time before she passes away.
As I wrote on my other thread about dear Kodi, she has been my best buddy and constant companion and has been a part of my life for so long that I can hardly remmebr what life was like without her in it. Kodi's smile met me every morning when I awoke for over a decade and her midnight bark at midnight to proclaim all was well at the Kuvasz Ranch let me know that I was well protected by her.
Although I have always treated her like a treasure, now even more I will cherish our remaining time together and make her last days the best I can.
As I said on the other thread
Kodi has had a wonderful life, and I am proud to have been a part of it.
I just wish it wasn't time for her to go.
Raise a toast to the Biscuit Queen. We shall not see her likes again. I will miss her.
After the 2004 World Series
Kodi with her sister Aja, who always stuck out her tongue when photographed!
Big Kodi proudly watcing over her nephew, Abba summer1999
thanks for the nice hair cut, Dad!
First day at the new Kuvasz Ranch, 1999
Last night Sept 22, 2005
did I hear you say Biscuit Time?
Tribute To a Dog
The best friend a man has in the world may turn against him and become his enemy. His son or daughter that he has reared with loving care may prove ungrateful. Those who are nearest and dearest to us, those whom we trust with our happiness and our good name may become traitors to their faith. The money that a man has, he may lose. It flies away from him, perhaps when he needs it most. A man's reputation may be sacrificed in a moment of ill-considered action. The people who are prone to fall on their knees to do us honor when success is with us, may be the first to throw the stone of malice when failure settles its cloud upon our heads.
The one absolutely unselfish friend that man can have in this selfish world, the one that never deserts him, the one that never proves ungrateful or treacherous is his dog. A man's dog stands by him in prosperity and in poverty, in health and in sickness. He will sleep on the cold ground, where the wintry winds blow and the snow drives fiercely, if only he may be near his master's side. He will kiss the hand that has no food to offer. He will lick the wounds and sores that come in encounters with the roughness of the world. He guards the sleep of his pauper master as if he were a prince. When all other friends desert, he remains. When riches take wings, and reputation falls to pieces, he is as constant in his love as the sun in its journey through the heavens.
If fortune drives the master forth, an outcast in the world, friendless and homeless, the faithful dog asks no higher privilege than that of accompanying him, to guard him against danger, to fight against his enemies. And when the last scene of all comes, and death takes his master in its embrace and his body is laid away in the cold ground, no matter if all other friends pursue their way, there by the graveside will the noble dog be found, his head between his paws, his eyes sad, but open in alert watchfulness, faithful and true even in death.
Kodi just came in the house to see what I was up to and is sitting by my side, as she has done for years and years. I think she knows what I am writing because I am in tears.