Bad news comes in bunches. Lucy my sweet, sweet dog just had a tumor removed from inside her lip last week, and the results came back that it was cancer. The vet is confident that he got it all, but yesterday on her follow up he discovered another tumor in her abdomen. So she had surgery again today. He won't know until it comes back from pathology, but it doesn't look good for my terrific girl. She's only 9. I'm not ready to let her go. Much, much too soon. She's one of the sweetest dogs I've ever known, and always a ready companion. We had a coy-dog (1/2 lab, 1/2 coyote, that was Lucy's mentor when we adpoted her as a pup) who developed cancer 6 years ago and had to be put down. I learned at that time, that typically when your dog has cancer that can't be surgically removed, they say it can't be treated. This really isn't the case. Just like in humans, many cancers on dogs could be cured, but the American Vet Association feels that the "cure" most often is too tramatic and cruel for dogs to go through. To do so, really puts the dog through too much physically, for our selfish gain. As you can imagine, she's allowed as many extra treats right now that she wants. I don't want my dog to suffer; so I pray this tumor is benign. I'm not ready to let her go run over the "rainbow bridge" yet. Just not ready. Because I'm not worthy of all of the unconditional love she gives every single day. Times like this you wish you could make time stand still.