A Season of Lasts

Hemangiosarcoma and it’s in his kidneys. He’s got three months maybe six if you’re lucky. With that devastating news we left the Vet yesterday and began our season of lasts with our families loyal companion for the last 12 years.

This will be Bucks last spring, last summer and if we’re lucky last fall. Every visit to the park, every car ride and even overnight stay at Grandma and Grandpas could be his last. If he thought he was a pampered pooch before he has no idea what’s in store for him now! He’s always been a snuggler but even he might roll his eyes with all the smooches he’s going to be getting.

My Dog Buckeye


All animal lovers will get this and all animal lovers will go through their own season of lasts with their best buds. And as morbid as it sounds we will all have our own “season of lasts” We shouldn’t wait to know it’s our season of lasts to fully enjoy and express our love for a pet or even better our love for life!

Every day is a blessing to be celebrated because everyday could be our last. Our pup has a diagnosis of three to six months but tomorrow is guaranteed to no one, ourselves included.

I’m recommitting to “take time to smell the roses” each day with my boy. That might mean starting work a little later or leaving a few minutes earlier while cherishing each walk in the park just a little bit more!

Why do we need to wait for a terminal prognosis to savor everyday and “live like we were dying?!”

I’m firmly in the camp that it’s better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all. I’m feeling blessed now more than ever for the 12 years Buck was in our lives.

Hug your dog or cat and of course kids or parents a little longer today and maybe even tomorrow too.