Such a good boy, he is.
This is his second lip tumor, on the opposite side from where the first one was. At 15 he is not a good candidate for heroic measures, if it turns out to be cancer and not just proud flesh. Having just lost another dog to cancer, I’m having a hard time being optimistic.
I’m hoping for the best, but even then, at 15, one morning Whiskey won’t wake up. Kipling had the right of it.
Brothers and Sisters, I bid you beware. Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.
I wouldn’t have changed it, anyway.
I love my dogs. I presume everyone who has pets loves them. The temperature is going up in the northern hemisphere, and that means that parked cars can become ovens.
Here are a couple links:
And here’s a graphic from that last link:
Don’t leave your pets or your kids in a closed car, even if you are just running in the store for a couple minutes. Delays happen and cars heat fast.