On Monday, I was walking to my chemistry class when I got a phonecall from my mother. I knew Simba, my 10yr old golden, was not doing well over the weekend and was due for a visit on monday. So I picked up the phone expecting the worse. My mother had dropped off my dog at a friend of the family's house to keep an eye on. He is a vet, and took him in to get an x-ray done. I was told by my mother that they had found a (likely) malignant tumor on his spleen causing his acting funny over the weekend. I struggled to grasp the idea of this, but managed to listen to my mother saying that surgery only had a 1 in 5 chances of removing the tumor and it not spreading to other parts. However the odds are stacked against Simmy, with 4 in 5 chances that opening the area will cause it spread more rapidly.
My family decided that we would not do surgery on him, and let the rest of his life pan out naturally. I am heading back this weekend to see him and check on my best friend. The vet never gave us a timeline or anything, but I am asking you, as silly as it sounds, to pray for my dog. He is a giant dog with an even bigger heart, and I hope that he still has many years left on his life. I do think that he needs help though, and therefore I am calling on my second family to pray for him.
Simmy Running Around the Playground
Simba's Alter Ego