It was confirmed Monday that our wonderful dog, Tucker, has cancer. He's 10 years old and not in pain, so we are not going to treat it. The vet says he's lived a good life and to let him continue to live as he has. He's such a good dog.
It may seem strange, but we are possibly getting a puppy today. Tucker has been with us since he was 5 weeks old and I was pregnant with Katie. They have always been such good buddies. She's devastated. What makes it worse is that we had him shaved (he rolled in something dead and we could NOT get the smell out of his fur) and now we can see the lump on his belly. The vet says that getting a puppy now would be good for Katie because he/she will already be a part of the family when it's Tucker's time. I know vets aren't psychologists, but it makes sense to us. *big sigh...tears...big sigh*
We will work hard so that Tucker doesn't feel too jealous. It's a little like getting an older sibling used to a new baby. Right? Lots of playing with Tucker and lots of petting, which Ellie calls "pets."
"Tucker likes pets doesn't he, Mom?"
"Yes, Tucker likes pets."