Upon the upsetting revelation of the health status of my innards, I have penned a new entry to Heaves of Grass.
On Being a Large Wolfhound with an Unfortunate Medical Condition
I've learned a new term - an unfortunate one
For what's going on inside me
Lymphoma's the word. I assure you - no fun
And neither's the one with the "C"
The words give my Mommy a wet, salty face
And Daddy - his jaw clamps up tight
For them, I shall weather with oodles of grace
And soldier forth with all my might
Chemo's a word I've been hearing a lot
I'm not quite sure what that entails
If it makes them feel better, I'll give it a shot
For my Daddy, I'm tougher than nails
The rumors of tumors - I wish they weren't true
But now that we know that they are
I'll marshall my courage, to sticking place screw
I'm not ready to say au revoir
All our love & support to you & Morgane, & to your people, too!
From BlackJack & Rudy, two smallish mutts in the mountains,
Posted By jon | 12:52 PM
Sending lots of scruffles and hugs to you and your humans.
Harley and Rebel
Posted By H&R | 09:06 AM
Querido Mordred,
My mami and papi and me are thinking about you very hard right now. Even when they think I am esleeping, I am in reality using all of my thoughts to make that canned estuff in your estomago go away. I hope to present you with a gift of chicken bones upon your return to health. Also, please tell Morgane that I am truly sorry I growled at her when she came to Mami's fiesta. I am sometimes forgetting the manners I learned since coming here from the streets of Puerto Rico.
Gentle Readers,
