Last January, Apollo died. He was our one-eyed, almost 12 year old golden retriever. He lived a great dog life– lots of rabbits, and dog friends, and ear scratchings, and ribeye bones –and he developed metastatic lung cancer.
On his last Saturday morning, he stayed close to me instead of running off with our other two dogs. I began to feel concerned, and a tense, clouded sensation arose in my chest. It was uncomfortable at best.
When I saw the x-rays on Monday, the sensation intensified. It became a clenching that moved up towards my throat. I found it hard to breathe. [Read more…]