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I’m a fur mommy of 3: Ruby- 8 y/o red nose pit bull, Mr Nelson- 5 y/o mastiff mix, Svetlana- 2 y/o maine coon/Russian blue kitty. All three adopted (I don’t care to use the term “rescue” because I view the ‘saving’ as mutual) early on in their lives. Each has their own unique personality and much to my surprise, make a great sibling trio. My home is hairy and heart is full; to say I’m lucky is an understatement.
On June 5, Nelly developed a slight limp and I noticed a bit of swelling on his right wrist. Figuring he sprained it playing with his sister, I kept an eye on it and tried to have him rest. When it comes to my babies I tend to overreact/overthink a bit (“what if this sprain leads to arthritis in the future? He might need a brace...”) and ended up scheduling an appointment with our vet (against everyone’s suggesting I’m just being dramatic- “give him an Advil, he’ll be fine tomorrow”). We go in June 7th, our vet suggests sedating him (which I freaked out over) for X-rays to see what exactly was going in. I went on about some errands until I got the call to come pick him up. Something in my gut felt off all day, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it until I was completely blindsided by two words that changed everything: it’s cancer.
This is our journey.
21 June 2018
21 June 2018 2:07 pm
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