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posted by: Joolie (reply) post date: 12.13.03 (9:44 am) And Auntie Joolie and Unky Munkey send big doggie hugs to their poorly nephew too - wheres the pictures, I want to see pictures of my other nephews! |
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My 9 year old pooch, Murphy, had surgery this week. She was diagnosed with breast cancer around this time last year and my cousin who is a vet told us that there was no hope and we should have her put down. Murphy was my Dad's favorite and Mom wasn't ready to make that kind of decision, so she waited. Murphy struggled along for a few months, growing weaker but always in good spirits. When I saw her in September she looked so scrawny and drawn down. She had always been a fat dog. The tumor was growing out of control. In October Mommy got a second opinion and the doctor said she was willing to operate on Murphy and start her on a light round of chemo. Spoke to Mom last night and she said the surgery was a success and that Murphy was doing very well. Her appetite is back in full swing and who knows she could be a fat little porker again. My brother Bud and I find it odd that my cousin who had been Murphy's vet since birth was so ready to give up on her while this new doctor saw hope. Bud is a little disappointed with him, but you've got to realize that no one is perfect and may be Murphy's condition was beyond him. Just wish he could have told us that. Mom would have gotten a second opinion sooner. I now the life of one little dog doesn't amount to a hill of beans in this world, but I'd still like to thank God for small miracles.