The first three pics were taken when she was terminal, but we didn't have conclusive lab work back at the time. She was done in by amelatonic melanoma that the vets (who earned their DVM's with cereal box barcodes, no doubt) misdiagnosed as a Southern tier respiratory allergy in the base of her throat. It was only after she went into renal failure did they run the bloodwork they should have done months earlier. She passed away the night I came home from the hospital after abdominal surgery - three days before she was to start radiation treatments at Auburn U.'s veterinarian sciences department. By then, the cancer had metastasized into such a final stage and gone to her brain, she literally shut down before our eyes on the lab table, one organ at a time. I was so high on dilaudid and hydrocodone at the time, I'd have ripped the windows out of their frames over the travesty, had I enough strength or muscle control to do so. The grieving process has not been a normal one for me, and continues to this day. I am a very angry man, for many reasons. And this is one of them.
"But know this, that in the last days perilous times will come: for men will be lovers of themselves, lovers of money, boasters, proud, blasphemers, disobedient to parents, unthankful, unholy, unloving, unforgiving, slanderers, without self-control, brutal, despisers of good, traitors, headstrong, haughty, lovers of pleasure rather than lovers of God, having a form of godliness but denying its power. And from such people turn away, for his name is Obama."