Today will not be about art or art quilts or teaching art. It is about the furry dog I loved. My Misty died of cancer. No telling how long she had it- the tumors seemed huge, and if I really thought they were as painful as they looked I’m afraid I waited too long to get her to the vet. When she was finally willing to show me her “belly” I was stunned.
They say dogs hide things by instinct to keep from being left by the pack- well believe me I had no idea. She had allergies and old age was creeping in… but I had no idea about her cancer. From this day on, I will remember to always stop and rub dog ‘bellies.” If I had– maybe the tumor wouldn’t have been so big or so painful.
RIP my baby dog.
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