A Post Sort of about Finnegan

As part of learning more about bone cancer and reaching out to others who have dogs with cancer, I belong to a few list-servs such as Yahoo's Bone Cancer (dog related). Initially, I would read the posts but they were so completely depressing, I just stopped. You can just cry so much and then it become futile. I empathize with and silently mourn for those who have lost their pooches too soon to this awful cancer but I can only handle so much. Just thinking about "bone cancer" makes me ache. This is a type of cancer that I literally can feel within me. I hug Finny more when I think of the pain he must have felt before the surgery. And I wonder, after the surgery, when he woke up in a blur of pain medication, was he scared? Did he want his mama and daddy to comfort him? And that, to state it simplistically, makes me sad.

But then I realize, hell yeah! It is almost fourteen months since his diagnosis and he is trudging along, one hop at a time. He fights me every time I try to brush him as the shaggy looks is just fine with him. He pushes against me when I try to nudge him out of the way and damn, is that three legged beast strong. His appetite is like no other and if there is food, yes, please, I'll have seconds. When he sees another dog, he is all about pulling me clear across the street for some serious meet and greet of the butt sniffing kind.

So, yeah, Finny is fine, stubborn, but fine.