IronNoggin
05-24-2013, 11:29 AM
Damn Tough Day over here...
About 6 years ago now my Missuz and I decided to try and hunt down an Arctic Wolf male that I knew had been transplanted to the Island from Victoria Island, NWT, with a view towards possibly finding a new Companion to look after her during my frequent absences from the Hacienda. After a bit of a search (I'm pretty well connected in the world of Wolf Hybrids having been associated with them for over 30 years) we not only managed to locate that Big Boy, but also discovered he had just thrown a litter with a beautiful German Shepherd / Lab cross female. Still fondly remember those first days getting to know, and falling head over heels with the Little Gal we named "Asuilu" - translated to "Probably" in Inuvialuktun (Western Arctic Inuit).
http://gallery.fishbc.com/albums/Ironnoggin/WolfPup2.jpg
Asuilu was named in the hopes that she would give some pups to our aging Wolf Hybrid male of the time Munuqsii ("Camp Watcher"). While that never did come to fruition, she was a steadfast and loving companion to him right up to when he departed a year and change later.
She rapidly developed into a Very Pretty Girl, and eagerly accepted / learned her role as my Missuz Second Soul Mate.
http://gallery.fishbc.com/albums/Ironnoggin/Asuilu.jpg (http://gallery.fishbc.com/albums/Ironnoggin/Asuilu.jpg)
She also took readily to the new 1/2 Timber Wolf, 1/2 Alaskan Husky male I brought in to fill the niche in our lives when Munuqsii departed - Boogs or Amaruq ("Wolf") as we named him:
http://gallery.fishbc.com/albums/Ironnoggin/Asuilu_Amaruq_1.jpg (http://gallery.fishbc.com/albums/Ironnoggin/Asuilu_Amaruq_1.jpg)
And eventually between the two of them, they had two Fantastic Litters that now live amongst well chosen and dedicated Friends.
http://gallery.fishbc.com/albums/Ironnoggin/10_Pups_3.jpg (http://gallery.fishbc.com/albums/Ironnoggin/10_Pups_3.jpg)
As some here know, my springs are always spent offshore in the pursuit of salmon. "Springs" or "Kings", regardless of what you call them, they are the largest and strongest of the Pacific Salmon, and their quest each year has completely captured my focus for decades now.
So, it was while I found myself well offshore engaged in that pursuit just a short time ago that I received an unexpected call from my Lady. Asuilu has a problem. There is a small lump on one of her mammaries that appears to be growing. My advice was to watch it Very Carefully, and let me know what happens in the next very short while. Two days later, another call - the lump is growing and doing so Damn Fast! In to the vet immediately - biopsy performed, and the pacing began.
Wrapping up the spring fishing season, I ran home to be with my Lady and "kids". Then, two days ago - the dreaded call. Positive. Double Dammit!! http://www.excaliburcrossbow.com/phpBB2/images/smilies/icon_sad.gif
So, with gentle hands we loaded her into the truck this morning for the short ride out to the surgeon's office. She knows this place, and what it means due to having been spayed there a year and a half ago now. The pleading look in her eyes, asking us to Please Not make her endure what was to come stung sharply. And although I consider myself a rather strong Man, I readily admit there were tears in my eyes as I nervously made my way to drop my Lady at work, and return to a house full of apprehension. The other two know something is up, and recognize that it ain't anything good...
I have to now run down to the coast, something I simply cannot avoid although I VERY much wish I could. Can't get back home for at least a couple of days, leaving my Lady to deal with whatever now comes...
Hoping against hope we caught it in time. Hoping against hope it can all be removed. Hoping against hope our "Gal" will go through the surgery without any ill effects (she does not react well to this kind of thing). And Hoping against Hope our time with this Precious Lady won't be cut short...
I am not a praying man, but there are times. Today is one...
Cross your fingers for us and those that do, perhaps consider a little prayer for our Gal that She comes home Safe and Sound. Six years is FAR too Young...
Gotta go now, can't see the screen through the mist in my eyes. Will update this as I am able...
Worried,
Matt
About 6 years ago now my Missuz and I decided to try and hunt down an Arctic Wolf male that I knew had been transplanted to the Island from Victoria Island, NWT, with a view towards possibly finding a new Companion to look after her during my frequent absences from the Hacienda. After a bit of a search (I'm pretty well connected in the world of Wolf Hybrids having been associated with them for over 30 years) we not only managed to locate that Big Boy, but also discovered he had just thrown a litter with a beautiful German Shepherd / Lab cross female. Still fondly remember those first days getting to know, and falling head over heels with the Little Gal we named "Asuilu" - translated to "Probably" in Inuvialuktun (Western Arctic Inuit).
http://gallery.fishbc.com/albums/Ironnoggin/WolfPup2.jpg
Asuilu was named in the hopes that she would give some pups to our aging Wolf Hybrid male of the time Munuqsii ("Camp Watcher"). While that never did come to fruition, she was a steadfast and loving companion to him right up to when he departed a year and change later.
She rapidly developed into a Very Pretty Girl, and eagerly accepted / learned her role as my Missuz Second Soul Mate.
http://gallery.fishbc.com/albums/Ironnoggin/Asuilu.jpg (http://gallery.fishbc.com/albums/Ironnoggin/Asuilu.jpg)
She also took readily to the new 1/2 Timber Wolf, 1/2 Alaskan Husky male I brought in to fill the niche in our lives when Munuqsii departed - Boogs or Amaruq ("Wolf") as we named him:
http://gallery.fishbc.com/albums/Ironnoggin/Asuilu_Amaruq_1.jpg (http://gallery.fishbc.com/albums/Ironnoggin/Asuilu_Amaruq_1.jpg)
And eventually between the two of them, they had two Fantastic Litters that now live amongst well chosen and dedicated Friends.
http://gallery.fishbc.com/albums/Ironnoggin/10_Pups_3.jpg (http://gallery.fishbc.com/albums/Ironnoggin/10_Pups_3.jpg)
As some here know, my springs are always spent offshore in the pursuit of salmon. "Springs" or "Kings", regardless of what you call them, they are the largest and strongest of the Pacific Salmon, and their quest each year has completely captured my focus for decades now.
So, it was while I found myself well offshore engaged in that pursuit just a short time ago that I received an unexpected call from my Lady. Asuilu has a problem. There is a small lump on one of her mammaries that appears to be growing. My advice was to watch it Very Carefully, and let me know what happens in the next very short while. Two days later, another call - the lump is growing and doing so Damn Fast! In to the vet immediately - biopsy performed, and the pacing began.
Wrapping up the spring fishing season, I ran home to be with my Lady and "kids". Then, two days ago - the dreaded call. Positive. Double Dammit!! http://www.excaliburcrossbow.com/phpBB2/images/smilies/icon_sad.gif
So, with gentle hands we loaded her into the truck this morning for the short ride out to the surgeon's office. She knows this place, and what it means due to having been spayed there a year and a half ago now. The pleading look in her eyes, asking us to Please Not make her endure what was to come stung sharply. And although I consider myself a rather strong Man, I readily admit there were tears in my eyes as I nervously made my way to drop my Lady at work, and return to a house full of apprehension. The other two know something is up, and recognize that it ain't anything good...
I have to now run down to the coast, something I simply cannot avoid although I VERY much wish I could. Can't get back home for at least a couple of days, leaving my Lady to deal with whatever now comes...
Hoping against hope we caught it in time. Hoping against hope it can all be removed. Hoping against hope our "Gal" will go through the surgery without any ill effects (she does not react well to this kind of thing). And Hoping against Hope our time with this Precious Lady won't be cut short...
I am not a praying man, but there are times. Today is one...
Cross your fingers for us and those that do, perhaps consider a little prayer for our Gal that She comes home Safe and Sound. Six years is FAR too Young...
Gotta go now, can't see the screen through the mist in my eyes. Will update this as I am able...
Worried,
Matt