Helping Others in Need
I created this blog to sort through my emotions as Finnegan, a great Irish Wolfhound, fought bone cancer for nearly 26 months. Fortunately, his battle subsided for many months and during the course of the 26 months, I shared stories about his feline siblings. On August 8, 2008, Finny passed on in my husband's and my arms. He fought the good fight and he will always have a special place in my heart. *If you have a question, please write me at finnegandog at gmail dot com.*
Pappy just commented and wanted some clarifications on my wishlist!
I have tagged:Adventures of Cody and Alaska
Samantha, the gorilla at our local zoo, does not have a tumor! As a puppy who has gone through the fun of cancer treatment, it brings me great joy to know that she is free from cancer.
Monday was an example of a tough day for me. Mum has been trying to set up a play date with my dog friend and she finally worked something out. We were going to drive up to my dog friend's house for me to play with Omes and Mum would be eating dinner with her human friends.
When I was initially diagnosed with canine osteosarcoma, Mummy looked into the different options but it was clear. Amputation with chemotherapy would give me the best hope of survival. Mummy looked online and tried to find other LARGE BREED DOGS who had undergone a front leg amputation. Luckily, she found Cassie's Three Legged Dog Club and learned about numerous dogs who had lost a limb and continued to walk, play, run, and even swim (yuck - I hate swimming). In the off chance I did not learn to walk (nice confidence you have in me MOM!), she looked up other mobility options such as K-9 Karts, Doggon' Wheels, and Eddie's Wheels. She emailed each of the manufacturers and they provided her with all the information she needed if I could not figure out how to walk with three legs. Luckily, I did not need such assistance although I did meet a nice man out on a walk who had a motorized scooter due to his Multiple Sclerosis. I think I could handle one of those. Just get me a helmet and some goggles and I'm off to pick up chicks! Or not.
I have the BEST yard EVER. There is this wonderful thing called mud where I can lounge in it and get nice and dirty. Then, when Mummy lets me inside for my ANABOLIC STEROIDS AHRRRRRR and breakfast, I can shake the mud on her nice neat work clothes and THEN she can stay home with moi because her clothes are dirty and she cannot do her lawyering with dirty clothes.
I have been tagged by Pappy to list six weird things about myself. Six? That's it? Well, here it is:
Okay, maybe these are not really weird facts but at least you know something more than me other than I have canine osteosarcoma and I am missing one leg (I'm still looking for it).
I am tagging: