|Trouble in his chemotherapy graduation bandana|
Trouble sailed through the treatment. Did we have "quality of life" versus just owner selfishness? You bet we did. Trouble still went to work to bark at my coworkers and collect sticks from the bushes near the parking lot, he had hikes and trips to the beach, he wanted to play with his favorite toy all the time, he trained in agility, and he started taking Rally-O classes one evening a week.
It's all been so surreal. Here we are - six months after diagnosis and a dog who was fading fast. Tonight, Trouble will eat his dinner and bring his favorite toy and wag his Trubbie Nubbie tail and we'll go out to play like it's any other day and nothing is out of the ordinary. Dogs are like that - and we love them for it.