Day 42: Op Day - Let’s kick this big C’s butt!
- Samantha Knight
- Mar 17, 2022
- 2 min read
Updated: Apr 6, 2022
Feeling slightly jaded this morning from my night before (self inflicted so I shall say no more), we’re up early and rushing to get to the vets. I’m on auto pilot and drive us to the gym (??!). Whilst the thought of a Body Pump class at 8.30am this morning with my banging head is bringing a tear to my eye, it would still be favourable over where we really should be - The Vets!
Lloris skips through the door like the happy little thing that he is, realising all too soon that this place isn’t his friend and immediately turns back around and is indicating his desire for us to leave - immediately!

As I hand over my precious boy to the very lovely nurse, he’s shaking in her arms and his big eyes are crying out Noooooo
I well up. This feeling of leaving his fate in the hands of others seems to be all too regular and a feeling I will never get used to.
”Love you my resilient little bulldog!“
These past few days I can’t help to have the passing thoughts of Am I doing the right thing? It would seem this beautiful boy wasn’t meant for this world with one thing after another being sent to ‘take him’. He hates the vet and shakes. Is he happy? Does he like his life? Or is this battle really all for me because I’m not ready to let him go? …. But then I look at him when he’s outside running around, or looking at me from his favourite fluffy rug to put the fire on, or licking his lips after one of my new recipes …. He’s happy and cheeky. He’s not telling me he’s had enough, not yet.
Today is going to be a very very long day. He’s being operated on after lunch so I’m not expecting a call to collect him until the end of the day. I will be ready and waiting!!
At 3pm the call finally comes through. The operation has gone as well as could be hoped for BUT he’s not walking. We are back to square one or so it would seem.
We know the removal of these lumps will not cure his cancer, we are just keeping it at bay …. Until the next one appears… but that could be in months or years.
Lloris is on borrowed time but he was given just a few months to live when he was first diagnosed at 9months old. He will be 4 in June which gives me hope we can keep batting this thing off!

He’s home and back in my arms! Albeit very groggy and VERY pee’d off!! The chunks taken out of his leg and head does not make for a pretty looking boy. It’s only temporary! He’ll be handsome again in no time!
Sleep well my little fighter, tomorrow we shall see if those legs still work. Fingers crossed!
Sending you love & hugs ❤️
Oh Lloris! 😔 Such a fighter. Come on little man, we’re all willing you through this! ❤️