Fuji, was a beautiful Blue Roan English Cocker Spaniel. He left us
September 1, 2005. He was 12 and a half years old. He was my best
friend, my shadow, my confidant, my loyal friend. I miss him
terribly. My house is so empty without him. My daughter still keeps
me busy but its not the same. I miss his kisses, his constant
whining, his cute way he laid on our bed among all the big pillows.
We got Fuji when my husband & I first got married, in May of 1993. His
breeder had been breeding English Cockers for years and hand picked
whom took home her puppies. After meeting us, she chose Fuji for us.
He was high spirited, always getting into mischief, and stayed that
way his whole life. He was great with kids, and everyone that came
to our door. Wagging his little tale, and kissing as soon as he
could, his bark was just to keep strangers away.
Fuji ended up being my dog. He loved long walks, car rides, ears
flapping in the wind, cuddling next to me at night, and his treats.
Whining began at 7pm every night until 10. Each time he got a treat,
10 minutes later it started again for the next one. I spoiled him
and gave him 4, sometimes more. His passion for mischief was
basically in food, like leaps upon the kitchen table, just to share
what we were eating, or a trip into a garbage can. Many dinner he
lived in his crate. He had an ambition to eat what was on the
kitchen counter, and how he got to it was really a mystery, as it
was against the wall and he wasn't very tall. An array of frozen
strip steaks, and a 2 pound salami, made for some interesting and
very expensive trips to the vet. They loved the one when he opened a
piece of my husband's luggage in it's zipper compartment and ate a
whole bag of chocolate covered raisins!
On December 30th, 2002, Fuji was diagnosed with Anal Sac Carcinoma.
It is the rarest, and the highest malignant form of cancer a dog can
get. We caught it at an early stage, while his tumor was the size of
a finger tip. I took him to an animal oncologist and she tested him
and the cancer had not metastasized. She suggest chemo, which could
only possibly work at a rate of 30%. I chose for quality of life,
not quantity. The pathology report said he had a year at best, maybe
18 months. I had a positive attitude and prayed a lot. I gave him
antioxidant vitamins loaded with selenium, and my buddy persevered.
He showed no signs of anything was wrong, until 5 days before I had
to put him down. Which was nearly 3 years from his original
diagnosis. He suddenly stopped eating, and for Fuji that was not
right. I had him checked out and the cancer had spread. He went so
The morning I had to put him down was the most excruciating
experience I have ever had. He was so weak, I knew he couldn't
suffer anymore. Kissing him good-bye, both my husband and myself
were in tears. But he let me know it was time to let him go, and I
Now he lays at Arrowwood Pet Cemetery. Soon I will order his marker.
It's so hard to tally up what he meant to me in a "4 word Phrase,"
as you can see.
I will miss him, and love him forever.
Goodnight sweet Fuji
Mommy, Daddy, Tedi, and Elliot the cat