I need to let this out. You don't need to read it. In fact you probably shouldn't, since it's not what you follow my blog for.
I want to put this up as a way of explanation for the lack of new posts, etc.
I have a four year old Westie, called Noodle. I'm very, very attached to her. I got her when I was still living with my parents, and took her with me a little while after moving out. Mark and I have had many jokes from people about how we treat her like our child, and they are kinda right. We do. The three of us are like a little family unit. I have no desire to spawn any time soon, but I'd banked on her living to around 14. Now that's being cut short by an entire decade.
You don't need to know all the details, but the main tumour is located in a very tricky place, and it's Lymphoma, so it's widespread. Basically there's no cure for the type of cancer she has. The vets can only try to extend her life.
I had the choice to leave it and just give her painkillers, and she would die within a month, or give her Chemotherapy. Dog chemotherapy is very gentle, but also very ineffective. Basically it's so gentle, the dog doesn't suffer from being given it but is also not cured. Although there's a 10% chance of dogs living over two years with this treatment, her chances are even lower because of the location of her main tumour.
That's a long way of saying that my healthy looking dog is dying, and I have no idea how long it will take.
Now you're probably thinking, how can someone be so dramatic over a dog? The best answer I can give is that so much of my and Mark's life revolves around her, and she's been there when I've wanted to give up completely. My entire life is being blown apart by this thing.