My big boy, Caleb, started breathing oddly yesterday and we took him to the pet ER last night. It turned out he had metastasized heart and lung cancer with internal bleeding and we made the horribly painful decision to let him go this morning. Aside from his struggle to breathe there were no signs anything was wrong.
Caleb was rescued by a good samaritan who found him running down the middle of 86th street on the Upper East Side of Manhattan. A network of folks took him in, had him neutered, and put out feelers for adoption: we took him. He was a medium-sized puppy with big brown eyes and beautiful gold brindle stripes against dark brown fur – wherever we walked people would stop and ask to hug him, he was that cute.
Eight months later he doubled in size and sprouted a kind of faux-hawk down his back, long silky fur strands on his ears, and a glorious beard. We did his DNA and he turned out to be 50% Bouvier des Flandres with the other 50 being pit bull, wolfhound, and miscellaneous. He was a one of a kind in every sense
As of last week he was approx 5 years old and 110 pounds of love. He was still stunningly cute. He loved to lie in our arms, be upside down with all his paws in the air, and was so very patient and loving with our 10-month-old yellow lab. I’ll miss him lying across my legs at night in bed so I couldn’t turn or stretch out.
We’re devastated. On Saturday our beloved brindle boy was running around the yard stealing all the other dogs’ tennis balls and now he is just gone.
Rest in peace, our sweet, sweet Caleb boy. Thank you for sharing your all too short life with us.