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Soon after Pride's arrival |
And what a partnership it was. Pride assisted Julie with her stability, making it possible for her to navigate much more safely and easily, but that wasn’t all. He also retrieved the phone, opened doors, and transported baskets of laundry. When I talked to her for permission to write this, she joked, “He did everything but fold it and put it away.” I think if Julie had asked, he would have given it his best shot.
As much as she loved and depended on him, he adored her. He happily paraded his skills every year for re-certification, and would show off at home for visitors. His mischievous side he saved for the vet clinic. We knew he knew all the usual dog manners, like sit and stay and come. But he would look at us when we asked him to do something and with a gentle wag of his beautiful tail, completely ignore us until he checked with Julie first.
Two years ago this week, at the age of 11, Pride wasn’t his usual happy-dog self. He’d eaten his breakfast but, as is often the case with such a special bond, Julie knew something wasn’t right. When he came in for an exam he was depressed and running a fever. He’d developed a heart murmur and his abdomen was distended. A trip to the Veterinary Teaching Hospital at Michigan State University for an ultrasound led to a diagnosis of splenic cancer.
In dogs, cancer of the spleen is almost always due to a malignancy called hemangiosarcoma, and usually has metastasized to other areas of the body by the time of diagnosis.

"Because of great love, one is courageous."
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Honoring her relationship with her friend to the end, Julie
made Pride’s final appointment on a June afternoon. Although age and his illness made him less steady on his feet than in his prime, Pride still positioned himself to support his favorite person in the world, and gratefully settled on the blanket beside her in a patch of shade. As I placed the i.v. and delivered the euthanasia solution, Julie and Pride shared a last hug. She softly told him, “Good bye.” And she heard him tell her, “Thank you Mom.”
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Written in fond memory of a fallen canine hero.
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