I spent a ton of money on Iggy. He was worth every penny. His treatments resulted in three happy more years we never would have had. He was happy during the entire time and we took over 1000 happy photos. He had a mast cell tumor on his side in 2008 and that was surgically removed. Then in 2009 he got the nasal cancer. I think poor Iggy was just genetically desposed to cancer.
I got him radiation therapy in October of 2009. That made it so it did not grow for an entire year. In the beginning the term radiation therapy scared me. I was told the side effects were mild though. And they were, for the life it gave him, all he got were grayed hairs on his face. A weeks worth of itchy skin and he was back to normal. Running up and down the hallways, smiling at me and playing ball. In October 2010 it came back a bit and they started him on a new pill called palladia. It attacked the tumors blood vessels. Preventing further growth. For one year it did not grow anymore. Then at the start of 2012 it returned again. He went in for his second and final radiation. It was his last shot with radiation. It was the same as before, mild side effects for a week.
Then he had until July when it came back again. He was going to go in for his last option. A drug that caused complete remission in four of eight dogs with nasal tumors, called carboplatin. Iggy only made it through one treatment. Sadly cancer would not allow him to go any further.
He was 15 when he died. The sad thing is that without cancer he would have lived several more years. He may have been 15, but he could run circles around me and followed me around with this big happy grin. He would play ball for a half hour still and he had not slowed much. I came home from work to see him bleeding all over my bedroom floor and blowing blood bubbles out of his nose. I was heart broken to see him in such a state. He was hiding under my bed shaking. I knew there was nothing more that I could do.
So I listened to music with him and comforted him, I had never seen him like that before. This thick, black ooze was seeping from his nose. Almost like it was pieces of him. And he had this horrible expression on his face. Me and my girlfriend took him to an all night vet. They put the catheter in and let me have time with him. We sat in a nice room with a couch and I told him how he was my best friend, my baby and how I loved him more than anything. I promised to find him again someday. To once again play more ball and run in more fields with him. I apologized for failing to cure his disease.
I always told him I would always stop the cancer. It breaks my heart to have it win in the end. I spent $15,000 on him in four years and I have never spent money more worth it. The main thing to me was quality of life and Iggy had that in spades. The treatments had a time limit though.
I just wanted to tell more people about Iggy's story. I feel broken and empty without Iggy. We did so much together and now it feels so dark without him. I would give anything to have him back. Here is a picture of my buddy. I have better ones but they are too big to upload.
I still remember what it was like to have him die in my arms. I never had many friends and have always been close to animals, especially to Iggy. Living without Iggy is going to take a lot of adjusting. Rest in peace Iggy, 1997-2012.
Edited by grither, 06 September 2012 - 10:33 AM.