My dog, Saga, turned 10 on Saturday.
The Thursday before that, I found a lump on her shoulder that wasn't noticeable earlier in the week. She had been limping intermittently, and I had been checking her paws and legs to try to find the cause.
On Friday, her veterinarian scared me with the prognosis of possible bone cancer being 4 months. I breathed a sigh of relief when the x-rays showed that it wasn't the bone, but he was convinced she would need surgery, with the likelihood of amputation. We left with some pain meds and a referral to an emergency care vet.
On Monday, we saw a surgeon at the clinic he referred us to. The surgeon took more x-rays and a biopsy to determine what kind of cancer it was (if it was) to know how to proceed further. Any surgery would have to be put off until at least Thursday, if they got the results back early.
Tuesday morning, Saga passed away, and I'm left wishing I had those 4 months now.
Everything happened too fast.
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