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Vega has cancer. A rare form of osteosarcoma, bone cancer, that, thankfully, is much less aggressive than the usual forms. Still, it is cancer and more aggressive than we had hoped. She’ll have radiology work done next week to see if the cancer has metastasized to her lungs or liver. If not, we’ll amputate the leg. Vet says because she’s lean and athletic that she’ll do fine. Except for stairs. Not the best news, but not the worst either.
We do doggy hospice well, you might even say we’re experts at it, so if her situation turns out to be more dire, we’ll go that way.
On the positive side she’s eating, playful, romping outside with the other dogs.
One thing I’ve not written about is how aging has made me feel much like a fellow traveler with our aging dogs. Cancer, even.
Vega has the wisdom of doggy age. She talks now, most of the time clearly. We have our mutual language and we know what to expect of each other. She’s calm when the other dogs get rowdy. She began mellow, even when she was a puppy, and has matured into a sweet, kind, empathetic animal. A joy.
