The last few times I've been over there, Ben has been REALLY mellow. SO unlike himself. My mom has been pushing her vet to figure out what is going on. A few days ago, she took him to our animal acupuncturist veterinarian, who took a biopsy. Mom called me in tears last night to tell me that Ben had lymphoma. She sounded incredibly distraught. My mom adores her dogs. She has 4. Big ones.
My mom LOVED Ben! Two years ago, she lost her dog Stella - a sassy, athletic standard poodle. All of this on the heels of losing her only grandchild (which obviously is in a completely different category) - but, it's just too much. These years have been tough.
Despite his former nemesis status, I will miss Ben. I will mostly miss my mom's babying him. He could do no wrong in her eyes - whether he was dragging little cousins around the house by the arm with his teeth, or sniffing the neighbors crotch - he was a perfect angel in her eyes.