I am a dog. Not real bright. But lovable. I love my mom so much. She has cancer...she is taking the medicine to fight the caner, but her body doesn't want it. She took the medicine in July and August, which was real hard on her. She fought like a champ and was ready for round three, but her blood wasn't. She feels good. She looks amazing, yet the cancer is trying to kill her. Cancer is evil. It strikes the good people among us. People who try to make sure everyone they know is happy and feels loved.
Us dogs, we try to do what we can, but we don't talk or earn money, or do things our heroes do. What we do is what we can - we love our owners. We protect the property we live on, and we provide entertainment for those we love and who love us. Dad loves us almost as much as Mom loves us He feeds us and picks up our poohs so our yard is clean; and he walks us us. We love Dad a lot. But we love Mom so much more She is sweet in ways Dad can never be. Dad knows that and is okay as long as we stay together as a family.
But the cancer keeps trying to kill Mom. What can we do? We snuggle Mom; we lick Mom's hands; we bark at critters; and we bark to let the cancer know we are on the job. But is that enough? What if the cancer is too strong? what if we can't beat it back no matter how much we try? What will happen to Mom?
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