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| Mattie visiting Jedburgh Abbey. |
Our beloved dog, Mattie, passed away last week. I am devastated.
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| Conquering the playground. |
The end came quickly. Two weeks ago, her only symptom was an upset stomach. When diarrhea persisted for a few days and her appetite diminished a bit, Kate took her in for some tests. At that point, however, Mattie was still her same playful and perky self.
Within two days, Mattie was showing signs of discomfort, vomiting a little and even whimpering a bit in pain. That same day, her test results started to come in. We knew she had cancer, and needed further tests.
Mattie normally slept at the foot of our bed, but that night she wanted to sleep downstairs. I slept there with her.
By the next afternoon, a Saturday, we took her to the university's veterinary hospital, where Kate is a professor of pathology. Over the next 24 hours, Mattie was diagnosed with hepatosplenic lymphoma (liver, spleen, bone marrow, possibly elsewhere), an aggressive cancer which doesn't respond well
to chemotherapy. Additionally, she suffered from pancreatitis, GI inflammation, and some
blood clotting issues.
By the next day, she had stopped eating. Although her pain was manageable, she was deteriorating quickly. The following morning (last Tuesday), she was nearing the end, and we had to euthanize her. Though the cancer was the root cause of her illness, ultimately it was a variety of secondary effects which did her in.
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| A blustery winter morning on the shores of the Moray Firth in northeastern Scotland. |
We had hoped to stabilize Mattie during her hospital stay, to see if we could eke out a few weeks or months of time. Let her come home, take some walks, perhaps even go for a hike or two. Though chemo was not likely to be of much help, we were prepared to spend the money anyway to see how the cancer responded after a first round. {
Ed.'s note: In veterinary practice, chemotherapy for dogs is generally not pursued as a cure, but instead as a management of the disease.} Unfortunately, we never got the chance.
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| Hiking on the Isle of Skye. |
Mattie (short for Matterhorn, a mountain in Bern, Switzerland) was nearing her ninth birthday which, for a Bernese Mountain Dog, is bang on for the average life span. Given how active and spry she was, however, I truly expected to have more time with her. Perhaps not years more, but nonetheless a long span of time. Instead, she went from vigorous and spirited to organ failures in less than a week.
Jackson misses his dog, but has not completely grasped the concept of death. We took him into the hospital to say a final goodbye. After she was euthanized, we had him see Mattie again while we explained that she had died. By doing so, we were hoping to make her death a concrete fact for him. We explained that we won't see her again; she could no longer see or breathe or play or eat or walk; that she was gone forever. When we have our discussions
—which he initiates every day, at least for a few minutes — he nods and says he understands. But then some days he'll ask when Mattie will come home from the hospital, or wonder if she needs a toy to play with. Death is not quite as concrete a concept as we had hoped, though I suppose that's natural at his age.
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| Goofy dog trying to get attention. |
I take solace from knowing she led a good and happy life. Her last 15 months — her time in Scotland — were
among her best. She no longer had to wait through a workday until we got home. Instead, she had both Jackson and me around full time. We
enjoyed numerous walks and hikes. The cooler weather allowed her to
lounge outdoors year round, unlike our years in North Carolina when the
summer months meant mostly air conditioning and early morning walks.
Since Scotland is more dog-friendly than the States, Mattie came more
places with us: restaurants, stores, hotels, historic sites.
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| Crossing the famous Swilcan Bridge on the Old Course in St. Andrews. |
Someday I'll write more about wonderful Mattie. She was my first dog. At the moment, it feels like I could never allow myself another.
For now, here are more pictures celebrating Mattie's life here in Scotland. These are some of the images by which I will always remember her.
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| Posing briefly outside Dunvegan Castle on the Isle of Skye. |
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| Grungy after a hike in Mugdock Park outside Glasgow. |
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| Reenacting when the giant, Fingal, tethered his dog at the stone circles. |
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| Christmas morning with a new bone and sock monkey. |
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| Kate took this selfie at Neist Point on the Isle of Skye. |
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| Playing on the beach at Chanonry Point. She loved playing in sand, but wasn't too keen about water with waves. |
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| Resting during a hike in Glencoe. |
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| Romping amidst the ruins with Jackson. |
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| A rainy day walk along the Forth & Clyde canal. |
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| At the Armadale ferry dock on the Isle of Skye, a fabulous landscape photographer has his shop. He takes impromptu photos of the dogs who pass by. (Photo by grumpygeorge) |
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| One of our best hikes ever was on the Quiraing at the northern end of the Isle of Skye. |
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| This photo, on the same hike on the Quiraing, is titled: "Pooping with a view." |
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| On a walk with Grampa Bill. |
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| Every so often, Kate took Mattie to work with her. At lunch they would take walks along the River Clyde in Glasgow. |
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| On the banks of Loch Lomond. |
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| We hiked only a few hours on the West Highland Way. It's one of my great disappointments that Mattie won't be able to hike the full trail with me. |
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| I could write "a boy with his dog." But really, it was Mattie with her boy. |
If you would, just for me, give your dog a big hug. And take her for a walk today, no matter the weather. You may not know until it's too late when it will be your last opportunity.
This blog is inspired by the idea of
carpe diem, of taking opportunities to stretch your boundaries and live without regrets. While I would have loved to have had Mattie for longer, I feel good that I was able to spend quantity and quality time with her. I'm not filled with regret about failing to do things with her and for her.
Nonetheless, Mattie's death helps reminds me that we just don't know how the future will turn out. Live the life you want
now. Before it's too late.
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| We miss you, Mattie. Thanks for being a fantastic companion. |
