I can hardly believe it’s been a year since my boy Edgar was diagnosed with lung cancer. (You hear that, kids? Don’t smoke!) One morning last June he just started coughing. By the afternoon, there was blood in it. An x-ray of his chest revealed a baseball-sized tumor in one of his lungs. Immediate surgery was the only option. At least, the only option I was willing to consider.
Fortunately, the tumor was isolated in just one of his lung lobes. It hadn’t spread. And because dogs have six lungs—that’s right, six lungs!—the doctors assured me he had five to spare. A few days later, Edgar was in recovery, down one lung and more importantly, one nasty tumor.
It cost $6,000 to save my boy’s life. Averaged out over the past year that comes to $16.44 per day. Pretty good investment, don’t you think?
At this point I could go on and on about how much I completely and totally adore this sweet, loving, loyal, wonderful soul. And how much he loves me right back. But I think the photo says it all.
Jenny
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