We have had our beloved Norfolk Terrier, Archie in our lives since he was 6 months old. We rescued him for a hell pit and he has been with us ever since.
Archie turned 10 in April.
I wanted a dog back then as I was a lonely, depressed SAHM.
He has been such a lovely, little companion, my best friend. He is so well behaved and has been by my side every day since. He has seen us all go through a lot of crap over these 10 years, he has been my constant throughout.
In early 2020, I found a lump on his back. Tests came back as a Mast Cell Tumour. Poor Archie had a big op to remove the lump and a huge margin was taken, he was so brave but thankfully, he recovered well.
However, a year later we found another lump but this time in his abdomen. This time it was much more serious. His spleen was full of a cancer called a Spindle Cell Neoplasm. The vet said it was a Histiocytic Sarcoma and the prognosis was very grave. They removed the spleen and said he had weeks, maybe months.
I didn’t think I would stop crying after that meeting with the vet.
However, 14 months later he is still here. He had seemed to have defied the odds.
But yesterday we have found a large hard lump in his abdomen again (wasn’t there a few days ago, we check him all the time).
The vet says it’s probably in his liver. We’ve booked him in for a scan and biopsy on Monday.
I am beside myself. I know he was living on borrowed time but I honestly thought he may have been one of these miracle cases. He seems so well, he eats, drinks, loves his walks, hasn’t lost weight etc.
I am trying to prepare myself for bad news but I honestly do not know how I am going to live without him. He is with me all the time, he sleeps on our bed, comes on holiday with us etc. He is a complete member of the family. He has never let me down, he has been the light in my life.
How the he’ll do you cope once your furry best mate has gone?