Cancer. I am so sick of that word and everything that comes with it. My heart is heavy everytime I hear it. It seems as though everyone is getting it-like getting a cold that never lets up.
Something we own and want to get rid of? Well, kind of. Like clutter in your life that seems to find a permanent home right on your path. Is cancer a part of us? Definitely.
Even my sweet Kria has it. It's a very invasive nerve sheath tumor. An operation is out of the question. We are giving her pain meds -that we most times have to force down her throat-just to make her more comfortable in hopes that the pain is less noticable to her while the cancer takes her life. A life? Up until recently has been a happy, active dog.
I remember when I first saw Kria. She had pink bubble gum stuck underneath her mouth and was crawling out from under an old, beat-up car. My brother told me about her and my parents said I could have her, but that she was my responsibility. Now after eleven years, moving with me 8 times, lots of laughs, running, great protection and service (scaring solicitors away from the door and creepy guys when out and about), and wonderful vacations, she is a better companion than I could have ever imagined.
