OT - my big old dog has cancer
*SIGH* It's official. My dog, ****, has t cell lymphoma, the aggressive kind.
You wouldn't know it by looking at her, that her time here now has an expiration date.
I came home from the vet and fed her bacon. Shoot, she can even get up on the couch now. Never mind that she weighs 70 pounds. When you are dying, you get to do whatever the heck you want...short of being destructive.
It reminds me to live in the moment. To savor right now, not wallow and obsess about things I didn't do or get to have my own way. Acceptance of what is, and what control I do have over it all (bacon I can control, cancer I cannot)
Thanks, SR friends, for helping me change my perspectives over the last year. Now all the lessons learned are going to be tested as I prepare to lose my long time companion.
Now - go hug your animals and tell them you love them! ; )
Peace,
~T