The only person I can think about at the moment is my dog, Delilah. Like almost everyone, I have been through my share of sh*t and relied on Delilah to snap me out of my drug, alcohol, and depressed zones. She has dealt with more than her share of stress, and I cannot help but feel responsible for her very recent diagnosis: my sweet angel baby sent from Heaven has cancer.
The big C has been on my mind since I found the lump on her head. The doctor originally thought it was just swelling from a potential head injury…and then it grew bigger.
People seem to think “it’s just a dog”–no, she saved me from myself. When I got her I was an addict, a cutter, a depressive…and her love saved me. She did what rehab, my psychiatrist, and therapists couldn’t–she gave me a reason to live.
Please, if your dog has a suspicious lump, bring him/her to the vet for a checkup.