[NicholsS10]

6 years ago (I was a junior in HS) our family dog, Molly, a golden retriever, got lymphoma. We had the option of chemo, and since Molly was mainly HIS dog, he made the decision. He decided to treat her, we had the money, and she had a chance with chemo.

Eventually she went into remission for a few months, but the cancer came back worse.

We decided not to treat her the second time around, and when her bad days outnumbered the good, we said our final goodbyes and held her in our arms as she went to sleep the final time. It was heartbreaking and I still tear up thinking about it. When we got her ashes, we went to her favorite pond and spread them across the water.

What I DO remember about her being on chemo is that is that she was really tired all the time, she lost weight, and lost her appetite, but that could have been the cancer too. To be honest, I've blocked out a lot of her bad days in order to really remember the good.

Just know that you and Monkey are in my thoughts, and I hope for the best for you and yours.