Oh, Shir. That's really awful. I'm sorry.
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I'm so sorry, Shir. {{{}}}
that's awful.
I'm so sorry, Shir. And angry on your behalf, and on his.
Shir, I am so sorry. And yes, angry on your behalf.
Shir, I am sorry.
Shir, I am so so sorry. Fuck cancer, for real.
Fuck cancer.
I'm so sorry, Shir.
{{{{{ Shir }}}}}
Words just don't seem adequate at this point. Aside from "Fuck Cancer". So, I say, FUCK CANCER! Know you got tons of hugs coming to you from over here.
OK, all of us are back home now.
At this stage it was pointless to take biopsy, but it's probably paranasal sinus cancer, which explains the aggressiveness. After hearing that half of his skull was eaten by that, I didn't have the guts to look at the CT to find out what else is horrid about his situation.
He walked to me, and wagged his tail as usual. But I can't deny that it's not the same dog I've known for the past 10 years anymore. It kills me.
There's not much we can do, but we'll try something with homeopathy. He of course will be on pain killers from now on, to make the rest of his life better as possible. At least we can give him that.
It's just a question of time now.
And to think that three days ago we thought it was an eye infection. My sis began a crusade on the first vet.
Reality sucks.