Without warning cancer attacked our baby girl and took her away from us 4 months later! She was only 6 years old.
My best friend and I shared an apartment together in 2005 -2008. That is when our Luna girl came into our lives. I became Aunt Linda and Cathy (my best friend) became mommy. Then there was Cathy’s son, Mitch. Now, Mitch is Luna’s “BOY”. I couldn’t even begin to covey into words the love relationship Luna and Mitch had for each other. Cathy’s son Mike loves Luna too but tried to keep a distance because he was allergic to dogs. And Lou is Luna’s daddy.
We shared an apartment for several years until I moved in with my other friend in Huntley. It was so hard to leave my Luna girl. Every time I came back to visit with her I would bring her a “baby” (stuffed animal). So she would always look for her “baby” when I came over. She loved me so much that when I came over she would put her head into my body and cry. Lot of the stuffed animals I brought to her were children’s favorite cartoon characters. One of those “babies” was the red “Clifford” dog. You will see the importance of this later on in the blog.
In May 2010, Cathy and Lou brought Harry home so Luna could have a playmate. He is a British Golden Retriever. He loves and misses his Luna girl so very much.
Our Luna girl was diagnosed with lymphoma at the end of April 2011. She was only 6 years old (In humans that would be a 40 yr old woman).
She went into remission for 7 weeks. The cancer came back attacking her skin. She had these ulcers popping up especially on her paws that it became very hard for her to walk.
Our vet put her on “rescue” protocol which is just a name for using a different combination of chemotherapy drugs when and if your dog stops responding to the first protocol used. Since cancer cells tend to adapt and become resistant to certain drugs after a while, a new combination of drugs can often help your dog get back into remission.
Luna only had a 20% chance that the drugs would work, much less put her back in remission. But with all our friends and family praying for her and her wonderful vet, Luna went back into remission in July. We were all so very happy. Everyone who loves Luna including her vet said how Luna doesn’t act like a dog that has cancer. Each week she had her chemo treatment, she was doing such an awesome job fighting this dreadful disease.
On August 19 of 2011, she had her chemo treatment and as usual she was doing great. On Sunday morning, August 21, 2011 she couldn’t keep any food down. So she was brought to the vet that morning, was given a blood test to check if the cancer had come back. She showed no signs of the cancer coming back so Luna went back home. Mommy fed her mixture of chicken/rice to see if that would help with her vomiting. Later that day our precious Luna became lethargic and went back to the vet. On the way there she died in her mommy’s arms. Her vet said the cancer was so microscopic and was attacking her intestinal tract.
Needless to say, I was devastated to hear that cancer has taken my little girl’s life. I was doubled up in pain from the loss of my precious girl. It was such a shock because she was only 6 years old and it came so suddenly. Within 4 months cancer took my baby girl.
I want to explain my living situation at this time so you can understand when I tell you about my experience with Luna’s spiritual visit with me. I was living with my friend in Huntley (same friend who lost Annabelle). She had 2 daughters, one whose bedroom was next to mine and her oldest daughter lived in the basement with her 3-year-old daughter. Her oldest daughter also had a cat that lived both up and downstairs. There was a door to the basement so she did have some privacy. The 3-year-old had lots of toys to play with including a “Red Clifford Dog”. There would be many times the 3-year-old would come upstairs to visit with us even if her mommy stayed downstairs.
After the loss of Annabelle, my girlfriend had decided to get another dog. She got a long-haired dachshund named Scarlett. The following year, my girlfriends daughter decided she wanted another dog too. She got a long-haired dachshund named Toby.
There were 3 dogs in the house now. Their names are Dukie, Toby and Scarly. Everyone in the house did their “own thing”. I was more of a “home buddy” so I stayed home more than everyone else. Somehow all 3 dogs became attached to me and they would all sleep in my bed.
I always felt Luna’s presence with me. I have this one picture of Luna where she is laying down but her head is turned looking at me. This picture is hanging on the wall . I can see her eyes looking straight at me. I can be right in front of the picture, to the right of the picture or to the left of the picture and her eyes are staring at me.
Few years after Luna has passed I had a more vivid visit from my little girl. One morning I woke up before it was time to get up but the dogs needed to go outside. I got up let them out the back door and brought them back in and went back to bed. A few hours later it was time to get up. Everyone else was still sleeping so I let the pups out again. But this time there was a “Red Clifford Dog” sitting at the back door. (The red Clifford dog is one of the “babies” I had given Luna). At first I thought that maybe Melodi (my friend’s granddaughter) had gotten up and left her Clifford dog at the back door or even Guiness, their cat somehow brought it from downstairs.
When everyone else woke up, I asked her daughter if Melodi was up and left Clifford at the back door. She told me that Melodi is sound asleep and has not been up at all. I then asked if she thought it was possible that Guiness was playing with Clifford and left it at the back door. She told me that it was too heavy for him to drag all the way up the stairs.
Somehow the “Red Clifford Dog” made its way up from downstairs with no one in the house bringing it there. I firmly believe that my Luna girl was telling me in her own way that she is with me and watching over me.
I don’t have a picture of Luna and Clifford but I do have a picture of Luna and Eeyore.
I am curious if any one esle has similiar experiences after their beloved fur baby has died.