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When A Dog You Love Has Cancer, Reflections Of An Oncology Nurse
My faithful friend has cancer. He has been failing for a few months, but in non-descript ways. ... He is almost 70 in dog years. ... Alarmed, I checked his stool for occult blood (only a cancer nurse would have an “extra” kit available to do this). ...
My husband has never been a big fan of the dog. ...
Nothing, and I mean nothing, was going to prevent me (I mean, us) from keeping this dog. ... For Gods sake, we NEED a dog. ... This dog was a pure bred. ...
Suffice it to say, our dog had an upbringing like no other. Private (dog) school, doggie daycare, the best crate, expensive dog food in cans, an electric fence so he could roam our newly purchased two acres of land. Things were good, very good, for the dog. ...
Over the years, the novelty and excitement of dog ownership significantly eroded for my husband. ... The breeding idea fell apart when we had to neuter the dog. ... Despite his overall dog-ambivalence, I felt compelled to ring his cell phone using our emergency numeric page, *911* last week. ... “
“No”, I said tearfully, “well, yes, sort of…I think Newton has cancer”.
To my husband’s everlasting credit he came that night with three bags of Baco-Strips and lots of expensive dog food in cans. ... Now, if only processed, bacon-esque food cured cancer instead of causing it I would be all set.
Approximate Word count = 1200
Approximate Pages = 4.8
(250 words per page double spaced)
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