What happened to Rawley

I have never really explained what happened to my dog Rawley, although if you follow me on Facebook you probably know much of this, with the exception of the biopsy results.

The night of Dec. 20, I was tickling Rawley's tummy. I did this all the time; I'd definitely done it before I'd left on a week-long business trip the week before, and hadn't noticed anything wrong.

This time, I found some kind of growth at the base of his penis. I took him to the vet ER at Michigan State University the next morning, where they did a fine needle aspirate and found it was malignant.

They couldn't tell what kind of tumor it was, and I okayed a tru-cut biopsy, another kind of needle biopsy. They tried to schedule an appointment with the surgeon on Jan. 25, but I insisted it be dealt with sooner, holidays or no holidays -- it was huge, and hadn't been there the week before. I couldn't even imagine how big it would be in more than a month.

I went home and was paralyzed with worry and grief. I got Rawley after my mother's horrible death from cancer, and this seemed to unlock all those dark memories and emotions. I got myself mobilized just enough to enlist Rawley's wonderful internal medicine vet, Dr. Stacey Wylie there at MSU, to try and get them to schedule his surgical appointment sooner. She got him an appointment with the chief of soft tissue surgery, Dr. Bryden Stanley, on Jan. 4.

On Dec. 26, they called and told me the tru-cut biopsy was also inconclusive, but there was a possibility it was an atypical osteosarcoma. They suggested doing some sort of stains to diagnose it further; the minute I heard the word "osteosarcoma," my brain pretty much shut off and I couldn't really think.

Dec. 30 was Rawley's sixth birthday.

Up until Jan. 2, he had been totally unaware anything was wrong. That night, however, he seemed uncomfortable, and kept licking at the tumor that now mostly covered his penis and a substantial area of his groin on either side. The growth had doubled in size since Dec. 20.

On Jan. 4, we went in for his appointment. The results of the stains still weren't back, but he had x-rays and a CT scan, which found no metastases. Dr. Stanley was very positive about surgical removal.

I felt, for the first time, like I could breathe. Like there was hope.

The next morning, his surgery was scheduled for 11 AM, but he didn't go in until around 3 PM. I was able to stay with him all day in the private room they have for people who have lost a pet. Despite that sad association, it was carpeted, had two sofas, and was quiet and comfortable. I brought in a big dog bed for him, and lay down next to him on it and talked to him for hours while he dozed. It was incredibly peaceful.

They finally came for him. The surgery took over 5 hours. They had to amputate his penis and rebuild his urethra. They weren't sure there was enough skin to close the wound, so they told me they'd have to hobble his rear legs so he wouldn't put any pressure on the incision. Since no dog would tolerate that willingly, they said he would have to be kept heavily sedated.

I finally went home at around midnight the night of the 5th. I went back the next day to visit him, and while very sedated, he seemed comfortable.

The next morning, Jan. 7, at around 11 AM they called and told me they were going to let the sedation wear off and see if he could stand and walk, as the incision seemed okay. They said he might be able to go home Sunday. I said I was planning on coming that afternoon to see him, which they said was fine.

I was on a work call a little later, planning on going to see him the minute it was over. My call waiting showed a call from the hospital. I answered it, and they told me he was in respiratory failure and I needed to come immediately. It was an hour and 10 minute drive, and during it they called me twice to ask if I wanted him on a ventilator and if his heart stopped, did I want them to resuscitate him if it meant opening his chest.

I begged them to keep him alive until I got there if there was any way to do it without torturing him.

The rest is still really hard for me to talk about. I came into the reception area, and just pushed ahead of everyone and told them the surgical resident, Dr. Marturello, called and my dog was dying in the ICU. The receptionist got a strange look on her face and I said, "Did he die?" and started to sob. She said she didn't know, and then the resident was there, pulling me down the hall.

She had tears running down her face.

So did the whole ICU team, the anesthesiologist and the technicians, the veterinary student, everyone. They had Rawley on a table, intubated, sedated, and they were all standing around him, in tears.

For a few minutes I didn't know what I should do. I wanted to tell them to save him, to wait until we at least knew what kind of tumor we were dealing with. I wanted so desperately to bring him home somehow, even for one day, and let him die there, not in that hospital.

"Whatever the tumor is, it's very aggressive," Dr. Marturello said through her tears.

I had one of those proverbial moments of clarity, and felt sure that we were done. They helped ease him out of life while I held him and said the things to him I'd always said to him: That he was the best, most handsome man in all the land, my tiny man, my sweet boy.

Then I thanked them all and went and sat in the lobby on a bench for two hours, because I couldn't even walk to the car.

I didn't have a post-mortem exam done. We did get the biopsy results: not osteo. It was something called a carcinosarcoma, a rare malignant tumor made up of two kinds of cells. They think what actually sent him into respiratory failure was a blood clot going to his lungs. I think they're right.

The only thing left to say is that I wish I hadn't done the surgery, just brought him home for a few more days until he was too uncomfortable. I wish I had known how it would end before I had to make so many decisions. But I didn't, and I made the best decisions I could.

I love you, Rawley. Always.

Comments

[Susie Bastin]

Christie,
Thank you for sharing your experience.
I am so sorry for your loss, but no doubt Rawley had the best life because of you. There is no doubt you did all you could.
Susie and Iris

[Brad Nelson]

Would he have lived long if not for the respiratory failure?

[Portia Neff]

Christie, your love for Rawley and all living beings is immeasureable. As always, your words express what so many of us have sadly dealt with in one way or another. You, my friend, are a special person and your love for Rawley will never fade.
Portia

[Sandy Lurins]

Christie, I am glad you shared the story. Although you knew you might be dealing with something terminal, you certainly didn't expect Rawley to go then, like that. When Bennie died, it was not from the multiple myeloma for which he was being treated... he had an internal bleed that was fatal--while we were on vacation and not around his usual medical team, either. So difficult, yet the way you love him and always will love him is of devotion, beauty and honor. I hope sharing this helps you keep him near.

[ellen WIldfeuer]

Thank you for sharing this tragic accounting. Your love shines through every word. Try hard not to dwell on the do-overs. What you would have done if you only knew before what you know after. Been there. Just don't make the mistake I did and that is wait too long before sharing your heart with another dog. I still grieve-always will, but it gets better. I met you via Gina Spadafori.

[Aubrie]

Thank you for sharing this. I presume it must have been incredibly difficult for you to put into words and doing so took you back in time. I think that whenever we lose someone we love suddenly and under circumstances we just never anticipated, we have regrets as we try to process what happened both mentally and emotionally. You wrote that you would have brought him home until he was too uncomfortable. What I focused on as I read this was that you were as great an advocate as he could have hoped for. And that you had that extra time with him before his surgery. I know you would have preferred that the peaceful time with him had been at home, of course, but I'm just thankful you had it. I still cry for a dog I never met and I guess that's because I'm crying for you.

[Cheryl Dodes]

Thank you for sharing what happened to Rawley. You did what you thought best for him and that's what counts. He loved you as much as you loved him and I am sure he was a happy dog up till the very end. It's never easy to lose a heart dog, especially such a young one. May he rest in peace. and may you find peace in the knowledge that you gave him the best life possible.

[Keri]

My heart aches for you ...
Please know that you did the absolute best that you could for Rawley with the information available to you..... The love you shared was indisputable.
I'm so sorry

[Kelley]

I'm so sorry.

[Cynthia]

Christie,

I am so sorry about Rawley. You can't second guess any decision you made - you did the best you could in every moment and you could never have foreseen what would happen. You loved Rawley, and he loved you. It is just a tragedy. He reminded me so much of Huntly. He was such a beautiful boy. You are in my thoughts.

[Jen]

Christie,

I lost my beautiful Gadget to lymphoma in January 2016, as well. Your words ring so close to home for me. Thank you for sharing Rawley's departure with us. I am sorry for your loss, and hope that one day you can look back and smile at the myriad happy memories with your sweet pup.

Jen