So, I just got off the phone with my mom and they’re taking Tanner to the vet tomorrow.
The cancer has got worse, to the point where he can’t walk anymore. He’s not the same dog, and despite the pain medication, he’s still hurting.
I’m really bummed out about this, but such is life as a pet owner. He was such an amazing boy and really my favourite. I’m going to miss him so much.
Love you Mister Tanner, my handsome, happy puppy.
No one likes it. No one should like it. It sucks. And recently, I found out that my favourite lab in the world has it. Cancer. In his bones. I’m so heart broken.
My mom called me last night and gave me the news. Apparently he was limping really bad for no apparent reason (he has had joint issues but they only get bad when he goes on walks) so they took him to the vet. After some poking and prodding the vet did some x-rays and they revealed a lack of bone density and some black areas. The vet is 80% sure it’s cancer. I hope Tanner falls into the 20%.
For now he has medication for the inflammation and pain and has to go back to the vet in a couple weeks. My mom says he’s still the “same ol’ Tanner”: Rolling around in the grass, stealing socks, and just plain happy. They’re taking him camping next week as planned and just hoping for the best.
I know I shouldn’t be surprised that his health is declining – He’s 11 years old. He has lumps all over his body (the x-rays revealed that not a single one of them in cancerous), but he’s still my puppy.
Sometimes I think that I shouldn’t have pets because I just can’t deal with the thought of them dying. It’s not fair.
So – if you can just keep Tanner in your thoughts for me, that would be great. I’m cheering for that 20%.