It's been over 24 hours since his first treatment and Trapper is doing great! He is a little stiff and moves a bit slow, but no bad side effects. His tummy is handling everything well. (Of course, this IS the dog who ate rocks as a puppy and whose stomach was fine after eating an entire stick of butter or a pound of raw shrimp...)
As for me, I'm just waiting for the shock of it all to go away. I'm so very sad, but realize how truly fortunate I am at the same time. At the end of Scout's life, we had less than 12 hours from when we found out he was sick until we had to let him go. I am thankful that I have time, hopefully many good months left with Trapper. But still, it's so hard. A friend pointed out that Trapper doesn't know he has cancer. For that I am grateful. Cancer is such a scary thing, it carries such emotional baggage with it.
Trapper just jumped a jump and a did a couple of sets of weave poles in the yard. He looked great!! I will see how he is by tomorrow night and decide if he's up for the agility trial Friday and/or Saturday. If not, we'll just chill together :)
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