I just heard Rene and Jim on the phone with that doctor from Davis. For a vet, I must admit he’s pretty cool … not too clinical but not too warm and fuzzy either. He didn’t sugar coat the news he had for them.
So what if I have Osteosarcoma of the upper scapula? They got pretty upset when they heard that, but I think they pretty much knew already. I’ve been trying to show them that it’s no big deal … a fact of life, or death rather.
People view life and death matters so much differently than us dogs. Personally, I think they take it too seriously. They should read Cesar’s Way by Mr. Milan, and pay attention to his chapter about how we can learn to cope from dogs. (I like this book because it has a picture of me and Winston on the cover!)
So anyway, just this morning I tried to show Jim how I could walk down the stairs by myself. Sure it hurt a bit and I stumbled, but he picked me up and carried me therest of the way. I just want to run and play again without hurting so much. Whether that means lot’s of great medication, or making me a tripod, I don’t care. We’ll see … I’m sure I’ll make it the beach again soon.