OBX 2012, Day One., a set on Flickr.
Monday, July 9, 2012
Monday, July 2, 2012
Boy Scout Camping Weekend 06.15.2012
Boy Scout Camping Weekend 06.15.2012, a set on Flickr.
So, on Father's Day weekend...me and the Boy did the camping thing. Made me miss my Duke, (who had just come out of surgery) and my own Father.
A rocky start to be sure, but overall, a decent experience I think.
Saturday, June 23, 2012
Duke
Earlier this week (Monday, the 18th), I found out that my best bud, my 8 year old chocolate Lab had cancer.
We had just had a tumor removed from his mouth and the biopsy result told us that he had malignant canine melanoma. Our vet couldn't even spit it out directly.
That night...I came home and there he was wagging his big ol' tail so hard is whole body was swaying. He was a little woozy from the meds from the surgery, but he was all there...My Duke.
Later on that night, after everyone had gone to sleep, we went for our nightly walk. He had a spring in his step. Probably because he didnt have that damn tumor in his mouth. When we got home, I hugged that big stinky dog...and cried.
I promised him I'd find a way to fight with him through this. But honestly, I still don't know what the hell I can do. I don't want chemo, or radiation therapy. I don't want to make his life worse. But then again, I don't want him to suffer at all...I don't want him to know pain....I don't want him to slowly decline.
There's a vaccine out there that helps to keep the cancer at bay somewhat, but I'm at a point where I couldn't even fully pay the vet for the surgery. Hell, I'm living paycheck to paycheck just trying to support the Family, never mind being able to afford this vaccine.
But what kind of owner would I be to let my buddy suffer...Fuck, I don't know what to do.
We had just had a tumor removed from his mouth and the biopsy result told us that he had malignant canine melanoma. Our vet couldn't even spit it out directly.
That night...I came home and there he was wagging his big ol' tail so hard is whole body was swaying. He was a little woozy from the meds from the surgery, but he was all there...My Duke.
Later on that night, after everyone had gone to sleep, we went for our nightly walk. He had a spring in his step. Probably because he didnt have that damn tumor in his mouth. When we got home, I hugged that big stinky dog...and cried.
I promised him I'd find a way to fight with him through this. But honestly, I still don't know what the hell I can do. I don't want chemo, or radiation therapy. I don't want to make his life worse. But then again, I don't want him to suffer at all...I don't want him to know pain....I don't want him to slowly decline.
There's a vaccine out there that helps to keep the cancer at bay somewhat, but I'm at a point where I couldn't even fully pay the vet for the surgery. Hell, I'm living paycheck to paycheck just trying to support the Family, never mind being able to afford this vaccine.
But what kind of owner would I be to let my buddy suffer...Fuck, I don't know what to do.
Friday, June 8, 2012
bestbud (1 of 1)
My bestie Duke. Now officially a "senior" dog at the ripe old age of 8. Still, he's a big goofball and suprisingly tolerant of the Yorkie pup the Woman picked up.
He's got a bad toof...gotta get to the vet soon for that...
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