I have a beautiful, sweet, funny and very loving 12-year-old male Miniature Schnauzer named Ike who means the world to me and just yesterday, I found out that he has anal sac adenocarcinoma. He was at the vet for a routine checkup when a small tumor was found. The prognosis is not good for this type of cancer. I've always thought that I wouldn't put a dog through surgery, radiation and chemotherapy because it's not like you can explain to them why you're putting them through pain, but this is the first time I've had a dog with cancer. We are going to run a couple of more tests to see if the cancer has spread before deciding what to do.
I'm reaching out to other Schnauzer lovers because I'm devastated by the news. I've had some very special dogs in my life, including another Schnauzer, but Ike is the most loving dog I've ever known and he is extremely attached to me and me to him. I can't really imagine life without him. I know that dogs don't live that long but I was hoping to have him for at least 15 years and to know that he's facing so much pain with cancer breaks my heart. I'm giving him as much love and attention as possible. He doesn't seem sick at all yet and I dread the changes he'll be going through. To add to everything we'll be going through with Ike, we have a 16-year-old female Yorkie who is almost blind and has her own health issues to deal with. I'm afraid I might lose them both in one year.
Ike has seen me through some rough times and before I had him I used to have a lot of nightmares but I always say that he guards my dreams as I sleep at night because I very rarely have nightmares anymore with him in the room with me. He's a extremely special little dog and still like a puppy.
When we went to look at him before we decided to get him, my husband had wanted a Schnauzer and I was leaning toward a Pug. We were going to see a 12-week old Schnauzer first and then the 8-week old Pug. My husband was holding him and I noticed that he was looking up at my husband with lots of love in his face and then I looked at my husband's face and saw the same look. I thought to myself, "I'm never going to see that 8-week old Pug" - and sure enough, I didn't, and we took Ike home that night.