It turns out my poor sweet boy had a grapefruit sized tumour in his lower intestine. After serious emergency surgery, it and 3 feet of intestine were removed. He’s lost an incredible amount of weight again, and is only sporadically eating. But yesterday the stitches were removed, and now he’s on meds to help him get his appetite back and to slow the growth of cancer cells.
(what is going on in our environment that cancer is everywhere? Even babies are now BORN with it! Dogs and babies don’t smoke, don’t have risky behavour, like tanning, and my dog gets plenty of exercise…. WTF – it really sucks!)
So it would seem my handsome boy’s days are numbered… the end of another love story.