I knew it was worse than they told me, but I didn’t know it was going to be the end. My Mozy just looked so innocent sitting on that table, not knowing what was going to happen next. That was probably the first time I cried in years. Millie and I saying goodbye to him in that little observation room was heart-wrenching. The next day I called the vet and explained his declining health and was told to bring him in ASAP for the removal of the growth, so I did. I really didn’t know it was going to be our last. I didn’t get home until about 11 pm, so I just spent the night cuddling with Mozy.
Less than 36 hours after landing in Hawaii, I was on the first flight home.
On Sunday morning I received a text from the sitter saying he’s not doing well at all, and he’s walking like he’s delirious. For the first day or so, Mozy was eating fine and still managed to get in a few walks and some good food, so I thought things were improving. Although I was away, I was still checking in like crazy. I left on December 10 th thinking that I’d return and he’d be his good old self when I returned home. I hired a very good dog sitter and was confident the pills would help. Prior to all of this, I had been planning a solo trip to Hawaii for months. However, Mozy wasn’t healthy enough for anything at that time, so they gave him some pills and sent us on our way. I was given two options, a CT scan or open him up and remove it – “the same cost” he says. At that moment, I knew something was wrong and took him to the vet who said, after x-rays, that he had a mass on his spleen. He loved every meal tbh – I’ve never seen a dog eat so fast! About 3 weeks before he died, I started to notice that he no longer wanted to come down for breakfast. I did everything I could to keep him healthy, but in the end, it just didn’t seem to matter much. Granted, Mozy would mostly spectate, but he would still manage to get in a few zoomies with his friends. He was taken on walks 3-5 times per day (about 3 miles) and we always played at the park. He was fed a vegetarian diet, was given only natural treats (if any), and always had the best water to drink. That’s also the reason I decided to get Milo. I think that’s the part that kills me the most about Mozy not being here, is that Millie has no idea where he went and misses him like crazy. They were inseparable from the first day they met! It really was true love. In all honesty, we just felt terrible leaving him alone and also thought he would just sit around and get fat.Įnter Millie. When Mozy was about 6 months old, we thought it was best to get him a friend.
We got Mozy at 8 weeks old and at the time we lived in Newport Beach, so he was a beach dog, just like Milo is today. Today would have been Mozy’s 8th birthday.
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