No more bed for me. Not that mom doesn't want me up there, she does, but Darby, the alpha of the house is also now sleeping up there and she scares me. So even though mom asks me up, I take one look at Darby and I go the other way.
See Darby is the boss of the dogs and she has cleaned me up more than once when I have gotten a bit out of line. But mom says Darby is very sick. She has a tumor, a big tumor. Mom said it's the size of a tangerine and while I have no idea what that is, mom said it's pretty big for a dog our size.
Darby started losing weight when she kind of stopped eating. We thought it was my fault when I ran her over one day while she was eating, but even though she is eating again, she is still losing weight. Mom took her in and an x-ray, which is where they take a picture of your insides, showed something bad. So the next day, they did an ultrasound, which is a different kind of picture of your insides. There it showed this big thing, the tumor.
Mom has decided not to do anything. She said that Darby has been a loyal and loving companion for 11 1/2 years and it would be unfair to do surgery that will not really extend her life, but for a few months, and be very painful for Darby. Mom says the best thing she can do, it love Darby and make her remaining months happy ones.
I'm glad mom doesn't want to make her suffer with surgery. I don't like the vets office and neither does Darby. Darby said it smells funny, the tables are cold and they poke at her and prod at her. Even though they are very nice to her, it makes her afraid and she just wants to get out of there as soon as she can.
I'm very sad for Darby, even though she's been mean to me, it makes me feel bad when any dog is sick, especially ones I live with. I'm going to try very hard not to make Darby mad at me for the next couple months.
- Gracie
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