Onyx came to live with us, as a 7 month old Black Lab, almost 9 years ago when her "hunter/owner" discovered she was gun shy. We quickly grew to love her and her us. I think what she loved most (besides us and eating) was to play ball.. She would greet every visitor to our home with a wagging tail and "The Ball". I'm sure she thought everyone who visited came just to play ball with her. She wasn't one to hog the ball, she'd bring it back and toss it to your feet for you to throw it off again across the yard. When I'd wash the car she'd be there with her ball so we'd have to play ball while washing the car. If I'd become to busy washing and not paying attention to her ball playing she toss the ball into the bucket of wash water so I'd get with the program again.
I think she liked our daughter Ruth best. When Ruth would come by or call, Onyx would run about the house all excited calling "Ruth..! Ruth..!" She would get excited and run about when others would come by, she just never called their name.
A couple of years ago Onyx started limping while playing ball and weeding the flowers with Bev. We examined her foot thinking it was a bee sting and discovered a lump on a toe of her left foot. A visit to our Vet, then a trip to the MSU Veterinary Collage revealed that it is a bone spur and arthritis that was causing her limp. So like the rest of us who are getting up in years she started on an arthritis medication, and she was soon back to "restricted action" on the ball field.
On November 9, 2007 she started limping again only more severe, not putting any weight on her left foot. We were thinking Arthritis again or perhaps a "sports injury"(from the ball field). Sooo, we took her to our Vet on the 13th, the x-rays showed that cancer had destroyed her left "elbow" joint and the right elbow joint was frozen (not moving, cancer or artheritis, we don't know). Our Vet counseled us that this is a non-treatable form of cancer and we determined that the best thing to do with Onyx for her comfort would be to put her down. So we did. Very sad day.
But....through it all Onyx didn't complain one bit, we had no idea she was hurting. The only indication we had that something was wrong was her not placing any weight on her foot. She was still the happy friend she had always been. She still wanted to play ball (if only on 3 legs) I suppose because she thought it made us happy, and it did. About 3 weeks before this she no longer wanted to ride in the truck with us (she always loved ridding), but thinking about it now, we are sure that her leg was hurting to much to get into the truck. We never knew. How many of us would keep quiet about our pain, suffering in silence, putting on a happy face? Not very many of us, if any.
November 2007