A couple weeks after my last 12 mile hike into the wilderness, my people noticed me limping. They thought the limp would come and go and couldn't even tell which leg it was as I would keep trying to hide how much pain I was in. But belive me, I hurt all the time.

They took me to the vet and he just gave me some pills and called it arthritis. A few weeks later when they took me off the pills, my limp got worse. So the vet took some x-rays and gave me different pills. Boy they were good! I ran around like a pup again, but as soon as I stopped getting them, my limp was worse again.

One night my people were moving my leg around to try and see where I hurt. When they squeezed the top of my shoulder I couldn't help but yelp! So they decided I needed to see a specialist, and took me to a teaching hospital that had really fancy x-ray equipment. The nice doctors there noticed a large mass in my scapula, and called it cancer.

Once I was all shaved, it was easier to notice and feel this lump in my shoulder. But with all my hair, and my stubborn resilience, there was really no way to tell. My dog blog tells my whole story from the beginning.