Prayers up and hope it’s good news. I lost a 15-year old to bladder cancer. The tumor shrinking cancer meds kept her going for almost a year but when she started suffering, it was time to let go. Her ashes are sitting on the table with my old Jack Russell and my old bloodhound. I hope you have yours for a long while yet.
I’m so sorry.
I hope so, too.
My backyard would give Stephen King nightmares as they’re all buried out there.
I find myself worrying over where to dig another hole.
I hate the thought of it.
Every day I beg God that I won’t have to, for a very long time and that he’ll be one of the Lucky Ones.