It’s like a glitch in the fucking Matrix I swear. I adopted my first dog (as an adult) in 2009. She was a stray 1yr old white pit/pointer mix with brown spots the shelter had named Valentine due to the heart shaped spot on the top of her head. She had no idea how to be a dog. Was overbred and couldn’t walk on a leash to save her life. It took an entire summer taking her back and forth through the streets of Montgomery Village for her to master leash walking. But she was a quick study. Soon, I had her voice trained and she would ride with me on Animal Control calls, sometimes helping capture and calm other strays at large. She had a Bob Marley vibe-super chill and sweet. In 2017 she was diagnosed with cancer after the first vet “mistook” her symptoms for a stomach virus. She had surgery to have the mass in her stomach removed and lived another 3 months. I wanted to die when I lost her.
I started fostering in the summer of 2018. Cried bringing back Basil Ann, who I’d only had for a weekend visit. But figured if it was meant to be, somehow our paths would cross again. Not 48 hours later I received a frantic call from the Humane Society asking if I could take her back as she had been severely attacked and needed somewhere other than the shelter to recuperate. She turned into a foster fail three weeks later and I named her Hailey. She is a sassy little bitch, as my friend said, and has been with me for 3.5 years now. And today I get the news that she has a tumor, in the same place as Jazz. She goes for surgery Monday morning.
What are the chances of having two white, 60lb, 9yr old dogs with a tumor in exactly the same place? Where the first vet blows you off and you have to go to #2 demanding a closer look? This has to be one in a million. So the only question left is: what are the odds both tumors are malignant? As 60% from that area are? I have to believe that the odds are in Hailey’s favor. Keep your fingers crossed.