He’s not actually a puppy technically. He’s 14 years old in human years. His name is Jarrah. He’s a kelpie, an Australian farm dog. He’s beautiful. We called him Jarrah because SADLY none of us could come up with a name that we all could agree on!!! Jarrah is the colour that he is. He also has slight burnt orange fur ontop of his eyes.

So the family went on a short holiday for a week. I stayed home as I couldn’t get all the time off at such short notice, and someone had to look after the pets anyway.

Jarrah has been acting- not strange, just not his usual self recently. He has had soooooo much energy all through his life. Once we had a bad thunderstorm and he ran away. We couldn’t find him for 2 days. Someone called us- our number’s on his tag- and said they’d found him and were looking after him. He’d travelled 69.42 Kilometres- we did the count on the car distance check. So, he’s never had ‘fitness’ issues. But recently he’s been moping. He has a sad look in his eyes- you can see it. And a few nights when i fed him, he didn’t eat. Mom and Dad came back last night and took him to the vet.
The vet said all of his lymph glands were swollen- thus the not eating- his throat was the worst. She also said that he has cancer and it’s quite advanced. We couldn’t understand ‘how’ and why so all of a sudden. Its almost out of the blue. So all we can do is make him comfortble and put anti-inflammatory tablets in his food to eat. And give him mush food, nothing that requires tough chewing…. Then when he starts feeling pain, we’ll have to take him back to the vet one final time.

I haven’t cried yet. I can feel it though- just writing this now. I just got angry at everyone and told them to stop talking about it like he’s going to die now, and ran up to my room. I don’t know why people talk about such touchy topics so freely with one another. It makes me so mad. It hurts so bad and you guys want to talk about it.. Whatever.

I just don’t want my dog to go. I love him so much. He loves us too. He’s a family member. I remember when we got him- mom picked me up from school- i would have been 7 years old, mom said we’ve got a surprise for you and your brother, and the whole trip home i tried guessing what it was. And it was a gorgeous little puppy who jumped and jumped and whose tail wagged like 500 times per second. He’s come on pretty much all of our family holidays with us. He’s made my parents upset just like us kids have! That equals family. And he’s dying.