I normally try to spin sentences and words to say something funny, but this time humor fails me completely. My five year old Beagle, Bruno, has been diagnosed with advanced lymphoma, and it saddens me beyond words.
He is the sweetest dog and has been a joy all around. Given several choices, we, as a family, have decided for Bruno to undergo a therapy of prednisone. We know that his days are counted and he will stay with us for maybe a month. He seems happy, and he can still run in the backyard with his brother, Nero. He is still chasing squirrels, bunnies, and the rare joggers who wander in the trail behind his territory.
I am dreading the moment when Bruno won’t eat anymore, because it will be the moment we have to take the final decision for him. And I don’t want to.
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Hello Monica, I’m sorry I heard the news of your dog. As you also know I had to twice take the bitter decision to remove my two dogs. There is a good time but I’m sure when you’ll have to decide what is best for Bruno.
With love Sandro
It is really sad. Thank you for your words, Sandro.