Vanessa, our 13-year-old Chesapeake Bay Retriever, was diagnosed with cancer this afternoon. She had been limping and not bearing weight on her right rear leg for about 1 week. She had knee problems previously so we initially were thinking it was that. But it seemed worse this time, more that her hip hurt than her knee, and her appetite has been off. So Tom and I did talk about that it could be something worse like cancer to prepare ourselves for tough decisions. Initially the vet thought it might be her knee since she had some instability there, but when he checked her hip, she was much more painful there. So the above x-ray was done which shows a large mass off of her pelvic bone. It is most likely an osteosarcoma. The only good news was that there was no evidence of metastases to her lungs yet. He said she could live 10 days or 10 months, and that uncontrollable pain or lung involvement would be the end point. In the meantime we will make her as comfortable as possible with pain medications and spoil her rotten. Vanessa is the best dog I have ever known, and I really want to do right by her. Right now she seems happy, and I will do my best to try to keep it that way. Here is an iPhone photo of her at the veterinary clinic.
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