My wife found a doctor at a clinic from the neighbourhood who specializes in cancer. I am not sure if she is an oncologist or not. We will ask for a second opinion even if the chances of the diagnostic being wrong are very low. The appointment was set for next week.
On Sep 1, we were told that Sparky will only live a few weeks. It was already about a week since the diagnosis and he was still doing well. We lived a day at a time, having no clue what tomorrow was going to bring, and every day was a gift so far. How many more days will we have with him? I did not know, no one did. What I did know was that I would spend as much time with him as possible and ignore many other things that I used to do.
Life became very simple after the diagnosis. Wake up, give Sparky something to eat, then the prednisone, walk him, give him breakfast, go to work, come back at 5, walk him, give him prednisone, give him dinner, walk him, go to sleep. So boring some people might say! But I was happy. Sparky was still with us, enjoying his food, his walks (even if they were the same, more or less), his family, his toys.
There was no need of anything fancy or new for us to be happy.
If Sparky was doing well, so were we.
February 2, 2018
This is the log of the last 5 months of our black labrador retriever, Sparky. He was diagnosed with lymphoma on September 1, 2017 and died ...
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This is the log of the last 5 months of our black labrador retriever, Sparky. He was diagnosed with lymphoma on September 1, 2017 and died ... -
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