Six years ago, a few weeks after our wedding (and after a few episodes of the 70s show), we purchased a tiny dachshund puppy and called him Schatzi. He is the furry light of our lives, a surrogate quadruped only-child with an eccentric personality brought on by being raised by two highly eccentric human parents.
He is a true delight to be around, fiercely protective of those he loves, and owner of the cutest over-sized, wrinkled front paws; velvety snout and soft ears. After he takes naps in the sun, the top of his furry head smells like sunshine.
To our great and unmeasurable grief, he has just been diagnosed with lymphoma. So, dear readers, I'm going to be taking a blogging/internet break to live in the moment, cherishing every precious moment with our little boy that I can.
We have him on the best raw diet, supplements, homeopathy and cortisone treatment available, but have decided not to subject him to the endless vet visits, needles and pain that chemotherapy would entail. As a very humane vet we know told us:
"Dogs live in the moment. They can't understand why they are in pain."
So we've decided to focus on keeping him as healthy as possible for as long as possible, and to just make whatever doggily days he has here on earth as fantastic as possible!
We don't know what the future holds - we're hoping beyond all hopes that he will be one of those cases that confounds medical knowledge by living way beyond his prognosis. And we're praying that if there's a sausage-shaped miracle to be handed out by God, that it'll be Schatzi's for the taking.
Join us in that fervent prayer for him, please.
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