Stig's eye single

Stig paddleboarding last year

We received the call that our dog Stig had two inoperable tumors visible on a CT scan. The masses were in such unusual places in his brain and throat that the specialist couldn’t safely take samples to see if they were cancerous tumors. She said we could try chemo on Stig, but she couldn’t wholeheartedly recommend it since she didn’t know if the tumors were malignant or inflammatory or what.


He’d had a grand mal seizure eight days before and hadn’t totally recovered. He constantly seemed dazed and confused with other abnormal characteristics suddenly surfacing.


The diagnosis wasn’t a huge surprise but still felt devastating.



Wellington at Peahi on Maui

We rescued Stig as a puppy six years ago three weeks after our bulldog Wellington died from a brain tumor. We watched Wellington’s rapid decline in shock. In three months, Wellington went from a vibrant dog to a shell of himself, incapable of reasoning. He was only four years old.


The week of Christmas, we made the painful decision to put Wellington down on December 26, 2013. On Christmas Day, Anthony made Wellington a huge steak and hand-fed him. For a moment, Wellington perked up. We took him up the canyon where he used to love romping and playing in the snow. When Anthony lifted him from the truck to the ground, Wellington just stood in the snow, so confused and lost. He never took a step.


The thought of experiencing that type of loss again bubbled grief to the surface. And with that grief came all the rest.


I’d just finished silently mourning the anniversary of the stillborn death of my brother and sister-in-law’s little girl named after me. A dear woman my companion and I shared the gospel with named her daughter after us. She died hours after her birth during the summer, too.

Stig’s decline dredged up every summer miscarriage and worse, the feeling that everything intimately associated with me dies prematurely.


He Had Been So Full of Life


We drove to pick up our Stiggy boy from the clinic—quiet, then full of words, then crying and quiet again. We couldn’t believe it. Stig is only six. He was so full of life.


We felt so supported by friends and family, lifted by their outpouring of love and sustained by their prayers. They’ve been there for us on so many occasions—as we celebrate or as we mourn.


Because of COVID, the clinic asked us to park outside and call when we arrived. We paid our bill over the phone. The vet tech gave us discharge information. We talked to the specialist again because we wondered if Stig would feel pain if we tried to adapt him to his previous activities. She didn’t think he’d be hurt by riding in his bike trailer or laying on a paddleboard.


We waited. And waited.


Here is Hope

Stig on the ride home

Finally, we saw a vet tech ever so slowly walking with our buddy. Stig clearly hadn’t recovered from anesthesia yet. He’d peed all over himself. He couldn’t stand very well.


We jumped out of the truck to meet them. Stig’s eyes stared off into some faraway space. He didn’t seem to know us. Once he stopped, he couldn’t move towards the truck again.


We took him from the vet tech and said goodbye to her. Then I sat on the curb talking into Stig’s face while Anthony got the dog diaper on him. Anthony gingerly lifted him into the back of the FJ. I quickly got in the passenger seat so I could help him as he came up to where he usually stood or sat by us. But Stig didn’t move from where Anthony put him. He was so lost about what to do next.


I climbed over the seat to the back and steadied Stig while Anthony sat his back legs down and I moved his front legs forward so he could lay down. His breathing increased as his stress rose. I decided to sit with him back there while we drove the 20 minutes home.


Anthony began the journey home. I held Stig in place against the centrifugal forces as we turned right or left. He stared blankly into space with his new throaty, gargled, weird breathing.


We drove our Stiggy boy towards home. We couldn’t believe it. He was so much worse than when we’d dropped him off nine hours earlier.


Here Is Hope


After a few minutes ride, as we merged onto the H1 heading West, Anthony told me to look out the front window.


I saw the sun bursting through clouds, this symbol so tender and familiar to me, its rays falling like a gushing waterfall from Heaven to Earth, illuminating our path and flooding my heart with a deep, profound peace. My mind suddenly filled with music.


Here is Hope

Here is Hope

MARY: He who healed our sorrows

Here was bruised and broken

He whose love no end knows

Here was forsaken, Left all alone.

Here despair cries boldly,

Claiming this its vict’ry.

Sweeter peace enfolds me:

Hope did not die here,

But here was given.

Here is Hope.


He who was rejected,

He knows well my longing

He, so long expected,

Carried our burdens,

Bore ev’ry sorrow:

Here is Hope!


CHOIR: Here is love unbounded

Here is all compassion

Here is mercy founded!


MARY: Hope did not die here,

But here was given;

And ours is the vict’ry.

Here is Hope.

(“Here Is Hope” by Rob Gardner)


We drove our doggie home. He remains unchanged. But just like every descent into soul-wrenching grief, I am changed. Hope did not die here, but here was given. And ours is the victory because He is Hope.




About Delisa Hargrove
I am a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. I have moved 64 times and have not tired of experiencing this beautiful earth! I love the people, languages, histories/anthropologies, & especially religious cultures of the world. My life long passion is the study & searching out of religious symbolism, specifically related to ancient & modern temples. My husband Anthony and I love our bulldog Stig, adventures, traveling, movies, motorcycling, and time with friends and family.

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