The deadly diagnosis

His name was Toby.

He was my life, my friend, my companion, my pet dog, my everything.

We did everything together, from going on walks, car rides, begging quietly for crumbs at our mealtime (even though he just got fed), sun-bathing and sharing one bed, tucked under the same duvet.

Toby was drastically taken from me 14 days after being diagnosed with Hemangiosarcoma, an aggressive cancer in dogs. I did not know this word and until today, I still do not know how to get the syllabus right.

Hemangiosarcoma is an aggressive type of cancer that can affect organs where blood vessels are present. Toby had a massive tumour in his heart that caused internal bleeding to his kidneys and abdomen. The vet suggested euthanization.

This blog is about celebrating Toby’s life as well as registering each and every day he was alive from the day he was diagnosed.

I grieved hugely and it took me three days after his death to get this framework out in writing. I am grieving so painfully that no words can describe. I can only say that Toby’s death is like my heart had been ripped out and fluttering to jump back into my body as my life goes on.