All weekend I've been trying to reconcile my decision to not treat my 11ish-year-old dog's cancer. It's not operable/removable, because it's on her neck—but even if it were located, say, on her leg, I wouldn't put her through a major operation, or lob the leg off. That's no way for a dog to live..
I was all set to try an oral chemo, but to what end? So she can live to 13?
But on the other hand, you want your pet to live forever, so you’d try and do everything for them.
She's acting perfectly normal right now: pain-free, eating, drinking, going ape#### when a murder walks past the window. But when she starts to go downhill, I'll have her put down.
I've never had to make a decision like this: my last dog, our family dog, had a stroke at 14, so we put him down in 2008.
It's like signing a death sentence.
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