Gentle Readers,
Upon the upsetting revelation of the health status of my innards, I have penned a new entry to Heaves of Grass.
On Being a Large Wolfhound with an Unfortunate Medical Condition
I've learned a new term - an unfortunate one
For what's going on inside me
Lymphoma's the word. I assure you - no fun
And neither's the one with the "C"
The words give my Mommy a wet, salty face
And Daddy - his jaw clamps up tight
For them, I shall weather with oodles of grace
And soldier forth with all my might
Chemo's a word I've been hearing a lot
I'm not quite sure what that entails
If it makes them feel better, I'll give it a shot
For my Daddy, I'm tougher than nails
The rumors of tumors - I wish they weren't true
But now that we know that they are
I'll marshall my courage, to sticking place screw
I'm not ready to say au revoir
Yours,
Mordred T. Dog
Posted by Kat at January 17, 2007 08:58 AM | TrackBackAll our love & support to you & Morgane, & to your people, too!
From BlackJack & Rudy, two smallish mutts in the mountains,
Posted by: jon at January 18, 2007 12:52 PMSending lots of scruffles and hugs to you and your humans.
Harley and Rebel
Querido Mordred,
My mami and papi and me are thinking about you very hard right now. Even when they think I am esleeping, I am in reality using all of my thoughts to make that canned estuff in your estomago go away. I hope to present you with a gift of chicken bones upon your return to health. Also, please tell Morgane that I am truly sorry I growled at her when she came to Mami's fiesta. I am sometimes forgetting the manners I learned since coming here from the streets of Puerto Rico.
Besos,
India
