This weekend we lost my two best fishing buddies - Marley and Lola.
Marley, our ten year old, Italian mastiff succumbed to metastatic cancer in his left shoulder. He seemed like a puppy again on our last fishing trip to the Middle Provo one week ago, but even with strong pain pills he was unable to walk without whimpering. We put him to rest on Saturday morning.
Lola, our Boston terrier, grew up with him since puppies. Although she was 1/10th his size she liked to boss Marley around. They were inseparable. After Marley didn't come home, Lola seemed to have a panic attack, we thought she was choking. Even though she would eat and drink a little she returned to high pitched labored breathing. At the emergency room they intubated her and said there was no foreign body. At her age she had so much soft tissue in her soft palate and around her larynx it was obstructing her airway. Tamiyah and I were heartbroken that we would lose Lola too. It is was especially hard on Tamiyah who raised them together from pups.
They only thing that makes sense to me is that Lola and Marley were so deeply connected that Lola could probably sense Marley had cancer (dogs can smell cancer cells in their human owners), even though she was sick with her own breathing problems, she was hanging on for Marley and once he died, she was ready to throw in the towel.