My dog Max was diagnosed with metastatic lymphoma. There’s no cure, and chemo would cost around $22,000 for just 3 sessions. Even then, there’s a high chance the cancer would come back.
I was told to give him whatever he wants to eat, spoil him, and enjoy every moment with him for the next 2–3 months. Knowing I can’t save him feels like I’m losing a piece of myself, and honestly, it’s messing me up.
I’m not looking for sympathy. I just needed to tell someone.
I’m grateful he came home with me today because I honestly wasn’t sure he would. Tonight, we’re eating steak, papi 🥲❤️