Bronx
Bronx: On the evening of 5 September 2021, we made the painful decision to let Bronx go. His situation was deteriorating quickly, he was clearly in pain, and his prospects for recovery were really non-existent. He was such a special boy, all of us are reeling today from his loss. We knew that Bronx’s time was short. He came to us precisely because his cancer was so advanced. Bronx’s lymphoma had metastasized and his whole body was riddled with swollen glands and masses. The growths in his lungs made it difficult for him to breath. The swollen glands in his throat prevented him from swallowing. His legs swelled like balloons and his belly was red with inflammation. For a few days, we managed to push back with pain medication and steroids. But our success was short-lived. The cancer won. Bronx was a gentle spirit. He loved being petted and could peer deep into you with his wise, soulful eyes. He rarely missed a walk, even with his swollen painful legs. He LOVED to eat and we fed him the best foods ever. He got along great with the other dogs and cats. He enjoyed ice cream and peanut butter. Oh, how I wish we could have pushed back on the cancer longer. This place is sadder for his absence. But at least Bronx is at peace. RIP Bronx, my love. Z”L May your memory forever be a blessing.