On 02/28/07 two weeks after our son, Paolo was born, Tracer spent the evening sleeping in the doorway of our daughter Carmela's bedroom. He was guarding her but seemed very sad. In the earling morning hours, Carmela had several "seizure" type episodes. She was taken to Robert Wood Johnson Medical Center and was diagnosed with a brain tumor. A majority of the tumor was removed however the remaining tumor was located on her optic nerve. If the neuro-surgeons removed it she would go blind. She endured another brain surgery two weeks later and a shunt was placed for drainage. The tumor was benign. She is currently undergoing Chemotheraphy to remove more of tumor that grew back in June 2007.|
This incident was the worst experience we ever had in our lives. Ironically, Tracer never left her side. He guided and protected her and knew that something was wrong. Since the day she was born he always took care of her. She required a lot of extra attention because she has Down Syndrome. Tracer willingly stepped aside as we helped her with her challenges. But he was right there by her side, licking her and watching her as if Carmela was his own child.
We will never forget how awesome Tracer was with our children. I believe he will always be with them guarding and protecting them. Sometimes I think he gave his life so her tumor would heal. We miss him so much and we cannot imagine our lives without him. He died on the morning of one of Carmela's chemo treatments. He died from "bloat." I'm so broken-hearted because I wanted to save him but it was too late. I never recognized any of the warning signs. Maybe if I did he would be alive. I know he is in a better place, but I miss him so much. I have a lot of German Shepherd figurines around the house, so I am always reminded of him everywhere I go.