[Musicman408]

So, last summer, our greyhound baby had her teeth cleaned and the doctor said she felt a mass on either her pancreas or spleen. She told us she had cancer and that she had 2 to 3 months to live.

For several months after that, her personality never changed and she continued to eat regularly, but she was getting much much thinner over months.

Sunday two weeks ago was a bad day for her. She had trouble getting out of her crate and she laid down pretty much the whole day and did not eat or drink. Then the next day came, and it was the same thing, and we thought that was going to be her day.....But the morning came, and she was still around.

The next two weeks, Baby did not walk at all. We kept her quite comfortable in our garage, and she actually seemed to do better, eating and drinking a decent amount. Every extra day we had with her was a blessing.

We hated that we had to leave her to go to Alpharetta, but my mom's brother stayed in our house and took absolute excellent care of her, and he fell in love with her, those two days he was with her. We came back Wednesday night and she seemed a little disoriented, and she looked even thinner than when we left.......

Yesterday both of my parents were at work, so my sister and I took care of her. I went out there twice during the morning and gave her some water, but she didn;t want to eat anything. Then around noon, right before my sister and I were going to go to the pool, I popped my head into the garage to let her know that we were going to flip her over to her otherside and she was gone........

We burried her last night......

She was only supposed to live 2 months.....

But she lasted a year.....

Talk about a story of strength......