I made a drunken post recently because I was led to believe that my 11 year old old Sheppard/Border Collie mix had cancer, and that he would be dead within a few months. That was the prognosis and initial diagnosis. Cancer - dead dog.
Turns out that its just a fibrous growth in his left armpit, and its benign. Not life threatening, and 100% operable. While it IS a potentially crippling affliction, it will not kill him. It WILL cost a small fortune to have it removed, but I don't care.
Here's my big boy:
He's only 80 lbs - not that big - but he's the biggest, happiest, GOOFIEST friend I've had the pleasure of living with. He's my beautiul boy, and I am so happy that he's got a few more years left in him.
Same pic I posted last week - I posted it when I thought he was a dead dawg. I thought he was going to die. Turns out - my big boy's got a couple years left in him. And I am so fucking happy.