Tragically, on Tuesday, July 29th, cancer was too much for our boy,Tyler. Last weekend was traumatic to say the least, for Tyler and for us. But Tyler, our 14 1/2 year old Dachshund, was heroic, strong and determined to not let it stop him from enjoying anything. Today's blog is a timetable of a fast decline of 5 days, so that dog parents can know our story with cancer.
On Friday, July 25th, we learned he had stage 4 cancer in multiple organs and no treatment possible, and a tangerine-sized internal tumor has put pressure on his spine rendering his back legs immobile. But we were prepared to get him a wheelchair, immune supplments and do whatever it took. Until Tuesday early morning (2am) he acted like it was an inconvenience interacted with dog games. But overnight the bottom fell out. This is part 1 of a 2 part blog (Tomorrow's is how he enjoyed his last day).
(Photo: Tyler rests on his bed in the kitchen while awaiting dinner - instead of walking around)
On June 23, 2025, we noticed two things in our black and tan smooth-haired dachshund, Tyler. One, he had a growth on his head that became large in 4 weeks, then bled open on July 13th. This happened 1 year after we had another pre-cancerous, small tumor removed from near his ear. On July 15, he had surgery to remove the new growth and a big fatty benign growth on his chest. The results from the head tumor were positive for Melanoma. That should have been a clue.
On Wed. July 23rd, we noticed his back legs were struggling and he was having difficulty walking. We thought it was IVDD (disc disease) and were prepared to get the surgery.
The next day, on July 24th, when Tyler got his stitches out (his head healed in 9 days), we noted his wobbling walk, and asked about his bloated stomach. Our vet, Dr. Matt Robbins recommended an xray of his stomach. It revealed a large mass near his kidney. The doctor sent us to a Vet ER the next day.
On July 25th, Tyler's back legs were suddenly not working anymore. I took him to the ER in Saco, Maine where they took an ultrasound. Tyler was quiet and cooperative. He was facing this like a hero. Like our Weimaraner, Dolly (who passed in 2020) Tyler knew when someone is trying to help him. He learned it from her.
(Photo: Tyler's new mode of going for long walks (over his 5 days of decline) in the "dog wagon." Dash often joined him, because Dash can't walk long distances without getting tired.)
After 4 hours, the vet called me in and said she was "So sorry." She said the ultrasound revealed cancerous nodules in 4 or 5 organs: Liver, kidneys, spleen, Adrenal glands and lung. The large growth was on a blood vessel, and inoperable. She said he cannot take anesteshia to even sample the growths. She was actually shocked that he survived the surgery and anesthesia from 2 weeks before with the head and chest tumor removals. I said he's a fighter. She said hospice was the only course of action.
We were devastated. We carried him in and out to do his business and hold up his back end. We carried him over to his food bowls (his appetite had not changed). He even dragged himself to the water bowl when we were not looking.
(Photo: Monday, July 28, Dash (left) and Tyler (right) enjoyed a treat hunting game. Tyler couldn't walk but sat on one side of it and found the hidden treats.)
He was fighting. We did, too, until it wasn't an option.
We ordered a dog-mushroom supplement on-line that is said to shrink tumors (I checked with the vet and he named the same thing before I told him what it was). We also ordered a dog-wheelchair so he can get around (without us moving his back legs and hunching over, walking around the backyard with him). Sadly, he never got to use either of them.
Even on Monday, July 28th, he was still very aware of surroundings and wanted to be active, although couldn't. But Monday night/early Tuesday morning he took the worst turn, as cancer took away his ability to feel and do #1 and #2. He was just dribbling urine constantly.
Had to Make the Tragic Call.
Tyler slept on one half of my bed. He has always had many toys surrounding him on the "big bed" and always put one blanket under him, and covered him with another before kissing him good night and telling him how much I love him (since we adopted him).
At 2am, his bladder control ceased, and he awoke, and realized he peed on his blanket, so woke me up to go out. He was traumatized by peeing in the house. I took him out. He dribbled pee when I picked him up.
I cleaned him up and put a pee pad on his side of the bed and we went back to bed. Neither Tyler nor I slept because he couldn't get comfortable (from the big tumor inside) and he needed to go out at 2:30; 3:00, 3:30 and 4:30am. We came in at 4:44 am (A sign from Sprite on the other side) and I gave Tyler another pain pill. It was obvious the cancer was hurting his organs.
We finally slept from 5 am until 7am. Then we learned he couldn't control his pooping either. He also had a continual drip of urine. He was also bloated from the tumor affecting his spine, and couldn't get comfortable easily. We called the vet and set a time for 7:20 pm that night to ease his pain.
SIMILAR CASE- When I shared the note about Tyler's fast moving cancer and passing within 5 days, a pet parent who follows my books said the same exact thing happened to her dog. Cancer throughout multiple organs that had not previously shown itself, then ravaged her poor dog's body within 5 days and he passed from organ failure.
PONDERING CAUSES- We fostered then adopted Tyler through a Dachshund rescue when our friend Shelley called us (thank you, Shelley) about him in 2011. We saved him from a North Carolina kill shelter as a pup at around 1 year old. He was heartworm positive, so he had to endure 2 painful injections to kill the heartworm. I can't help but wonder if those contributed to his condition.
TOMORROW'S BLOG - TYLER'S LAST DAY OF EVERYTHING HE LOVED