So most of you know that Rocky has been fighting cancer since April. He's been through many rounds of chemotherapy and was in remission up until about a week ago. The cancer is back. There's not much more that can be done. We really thought we were going to have to let him go this week because most of the cancer was growing on his spine and causing him to not be comfortable walking and getting up and down. But his vet upped his dosage of predisone (a steroid which slows cancer growth) after analyzing why he was doing better at certain points of the day. Anyway, now he's had two full good days in a row, jumping, playing, and eating a ton, so we are just taking it day by day until he gets uncomfortable again. His vet is absolutely wonderful. She spent the day crying when I called to tell her that he wasn't doing well and that we would probably be letting him go by the end of the week. She has attached to him, worries about him when he's not there with her, and has done all the research necessary to give him the best treatment and the longest amount of happy time with us. We will be eternally grateful to Dr. Liz.
He loves her so much, and loves going to see her!