The C Word

Anyone else tired of bad news? If so, you might want to skip this post.

Rey, our dog, got sick just before Christmas. He has seemed better… and then worse… and then a bit better… and then worse. I had the vet do a physical exam, blood work, and analysis of his urine and stool. He’s lost a lot of weight. Nearly 20% of his body weight. I took him to the vet yesterday for x-rays and got a call around noon with bad news. It seems that Rey has cancer nodes in his lungs. He’s dying.

This handsome guy, who has been with me and Mike for the last decade, will be leaving us soon. I thought my heart was broken after Elree died, but it turns out there was still something left to break.