I had a huge knot in the pit of my stomach today after I dropped the buddies off at the vet. Last week while I was giving them a bath, I found a strange mass on the left side of Burger’s body. I probably touched it a thousand times hoping it was a mistake. The possibility that it could be cancer crossed my mind for a split second but I quickly dismissed it and went into full denial mode. In the week leading to his biopsy, I made a point to love the boys extra hard everyday. This meant more belly rubs, cuddling, and of course extra treats. I even purposely skipped out on their bath because I know how much they hate it. If there was any chance of bad news I wanted so badly to be able to make it up to them somehow or at least soften the blow. Two hours ago, I sat down with our vet as she explained the dogs’ overall health. Derby apparently has bad breath and a tartar problem (definitely not a secret) but is in great health for being 9 years old. Then came Burger’s turn… First she mentions how Burger can stand to lose a couple pounds (also not a shock) blah blah blah, and then I ask about how the biopsy went and she casually says “oh yeah, turns out it was a lump of FAT! Burger is perfectly healthy!”. A sudden wave of relief came over me and two seconds later I was mad that I lost sleep over a lump of FAT.
I cannot tell you how much we love our dogs. They provide unconditional love, never judge, and are always happy to see us. This is why we are happy to celebrate their birthdays , purchase pet health insurance, and pay for haircuts that cost three times as much as our own all at the risk of being labeled as crazy dog people. So in short, Burger is just fat. He is fine and will continue to be a part of our family for many, many more years to come.
Ps. Burger’s girlfriend, Cinny, is recovering nicely from her recent surgery and we are happy she is doing well!
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