So much for the expectation that after our french bulldog’s cancer surgery that she had a 90% chance of being cancer free. That was just a little over a week ago. Turns out it metastasized to her lymph nodes and now she has a couple months at best. There’s no treatment, but she’s not in pain. We just wait until she stops eating and drinking to know when it’s the end.
What can I say? I’m already missing her. I’m stunned, angry, and very, very sad. I know it sounds crazy, but sometimes it feels like this is all planned. A cycle of bad news followed by good news followed by worse news, etc. I’ll leave you with a couple pictures of her.