Last Thursday I had to say goodbye to my bestist boy. Please give all of your pitties extra cuddles and love from Diesel, Scirocco, and I.

Scirocco came into my life in July of 2014 and was just supposed to stay with me while the rescue figured out a home for her. I was told she may, or may not also be pregnant. July 13th out come Diesel and five other brindle babes. My heart was so full of love for all of the babes and Momma too. And of course I foster failed and kept the Momma and her chunkiest pup of all of them. Diesel was so chubby he couldn’t even make it up the stairs when the pups were first gaining traction and learning their mobility skills. 

I was diagnosed with cancer in February of 2023 and in May of 2023, lost Scirocco due to cancer. She taught me so much about life and unconditional love and patience and forgiveness. She was so sweet and sassy (boy did she get vocal about her treats!) and she tolerated Diesel so well when he was such a bully to her and had an obsession about sitting on her head. I love Scirocco so very much, but she was more independent and less cuddly than Diesel. 

Diesel is my soul dog, always checking on me. He would use my thigh as his pillow and happily snore away. And he would curl up under the blankies with me. If there was a storm and I was in the shower, he would jump in the shower with me as much as he hated the water. He was always alongside me loving every minute of life. He always was very vocal and a giant spaz with a lot to say and was the best protector of the house. I have had a few black eyes and a fat lip from him knocking me over in excitement. 

Last week when I was at the doctors learning I had a new lesion in my femur, he was at the vet with cause of concern of a fatty mass on his leg. The plan was to do a bioscopy this past Wednesday as long as the x ray of his lungs were clear. If the cancer had already spread to his lungs, it would be doggy hospice for him. If the lungs were good, the vet was going to remove the mass and send it out for bioscopy. By that Friday, the mass had changed, and the vets biggest concern was infection. I left him with my Mom to go to AZ with friends before my surgery to put a titanium rod in my femur to prevent me from breaking it. By the time Diesel’s vet visit, he developed a new mass on his stomach that was leaving a trail of blood everywhere he went and pools of blood where he was laying down. The vet wanted to euthanize him that day. I brought him home with me and cuddled the shit out of him that night and last Thursday gave him the best day I possible could including a special pup burger, some doggie cake, all of the treats he wanted and all of the love I could possibly give him. I was hoping I didn’t wake up from surgery on Friday just so I could join him and Scirocco and we could all spend our days out together on the other side of the rainbow bridge. 

Please hug your doggos, all of the bestist boys and girls extra tight from my two best friends and I. I have to beat my battle before I think of adopting another fur baby, but I will be at the shelters loving on other sweet babies and showing them life outside of the shelter on field trips before they go off to their forever homes in the meantime as often as I can once my leg heals. Thank you for taking the time to read Scirocco and Diesel’s story! ❤️💔❤️‍🩹🌈

Had to say goodbye. 🥺