I Wasn’t Prepared for My Dog to Get Cancer
I thought we’d have more time
“I’m just really scared that when we take him in they’ll tell us he’s dying,” I confessed out loud to my husband.
“No.” He said. “This is just a leg thing.”
Our dog — an eleven-year-old Australian Shepherd, Border Collie mix named Jude — had been limping. He is very active and we figured he had injured himself playing and that it would heal on its own.
When it quickly got worse instead of better, we decided it was time to take him to the vet.
We just came out of a long and wet winter, and my focus and time had been on our new baby for most of it. I kept telling myself that as soon as the weather got better, I’d take the dogs (we also have a black lab mix) out for more walks and hikes.
The problem was, as soon as the weather got better he was limping.
The day before the vet appointment, I shared the same concern with my mom — that there was going to be something seriously wrong with him.
“He’s getting old,” she conceded. “But this is just a leg thing.”
