Originally posted by slick
I know just how you feel.
Me too, with Peanut. Knowing that it was cancer, knowing how fast cancer can kick in and take a life, and knowing how fast Tubby went down hill all just adds up to me being a big worry wart about Peanut. She's 17 now, and is really a spry chicken since her surgery, but knowing all of the above makes me treasure every moment with her and her silly little boxes. She is starting to get the weakness in her back legs like Tubby had. Nothing serious, just a stumble now and then, but it's enough for me to notice.

Like you, Slick, I've told her to make sure and tell me when it's time, and to be sure to tell me if the cancer returns and she's not feeling well. She is more active now - after the surgery - than she had been for a long time before, so I kick myself everytime I think about how long she must have been uncomfortable before I noticed what she was trying to tell me.

I admit I don't have the bond with her like I did with Tubby, but she is still my precious little girl and I dread the day I have to say goodbye.

I just love that picture Vermontcat. Thanks for posting it again.