You may not wanna read this...some real catharsis coming up...
On December 13, I took my youngest of the two remaining dogs, Pookie, to be groomed. The groomers refused to work on her after she showed blood in her urine. We took her immediately to a vet who diagnosed her with a tumor in her bladder.
Treatments started immediately, but around the 23rd she lost the use of one of her back legs. Rather than continue treatments which might or might not work, and add steroid treatments on top of that which might counteract the usefulness of the cancer treatments, we let her go.
She left us on Monday, December 27, 1999, at 10:20 am. She's back with Beth, her original master, and Awesome, the oldest of the brood, whom we lost in June 27, 1997, to old age and degenerative joint failure.
Things are quieter around here, though Boots continues to look for her. He doesn't quite get it yet. To be honest, neither do I.
....thanks for listening....
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