On a Thursday evening in late February, Jules plunged into a nightmare that he would struggle hard to escape. It began when he tried to protect me by intervening in a dog fight and was viciously attacked. The brutal injuries left him at death’s door for more than a week. Over the next days, he fought for his life – somehow overcoming horrific wounds, failing liver and kidneys, anemia, blood transfusion, and reconstructive skin graft surgery. He patiently endured daily hydrations, bandage changes, and endless uncomfortable treatments. Along with the clinic staff, I and his many friends and fans marveled at his strength and will to live, remaining through it all as the same happy, loving, loveable boy we knew.
After a seeming eternity of medications, getting him to and from the clinic every day, and willing him to survive, his nightmare ended abruptly and unexpectedly on another Thursday night just six weeks later. We watched shocked and helpless on April 7th as Jules went from happy tail-wagging to death within just two hours.
We could not believe or understand it. He was healing! He was happy! He was so close to completing treatment, with just one skin graft surgery ahead of him. In a month’s time he would be repaired and ready to resume life. What did we miss? Why now?! So many people had worked day and night to help Jules survive, and never have so many people cried for one dog. Stunned, I ordered an autopsy. I had to know.
The findings were as stunning as his miracle survival. It turns out that Jules was tougher than we could have known. Even if he had been totally healthy, nothing could have been done. He had a tumor in his heart – a hemangioma sarcoma – that had already spread to his liver, lungs and kidneys. It ruptured and he bled to death internally.
I am devastated and inconsolable at his loss. He was so close to making it. I was looking forward to many more years of his goofiness. I will miss his smiling face and wagging tail and his planting his big butt in my lap for a belly rub. I will miss seeing him throwing his toys in the air with complete abandon and joy. He was such a presence that it is hard to imagine life without him.
Jules’s life was worth fighting for and I have no regrets. However, even though he is gone, his medical bills remain and must be paid. I deeply appreciate many of you who have helped me raise half of what’s needed. Please continue to help us if you can by donating any amount and sharing Jules's GoFundMe site https://www.gofundme.com/jhvjbw4s far and wide.
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If Jules could thank you he would give you a big slobber kiss or two and then sit in your lap for a belly rub. I imagine him sitting on a big white cloud with his old and new friends, looking down on us with a big smile and his tail wagging 90 miles a minute.
Thank You for caring! Your support keeps me going.