My little/big dog has been my Paladin over the last several months.
I was told I needed 'treatment' for an 'aggressive' condition, the initial diagnosis wasn't encouraging but that entailed a new regime which I had to approach, whether I liked it or not!
So the chemo started, and some of the suggested 'side effects' began, with peculiar observations, in that I didn't lose my hair, but my legs swelled and my arms started to flake! This was all documented as a potential issue, but just about everything else was alleviated, because Lily, my little/big dog, required an excursion, every morning, without fail! She needed the walk and the chance to issue a 'tom-tit', on demand, and that pressure on me, to make sure she was a happy and well exercised dog, was a necessity. And so, she made me walk her every morning, around 7.00am, and we'd gambol in the paths and the fields as normal! I really did have to walk a lot!
Lily really did make sure I reached the heady heights of a 'we're very pleased with the last scan which shows you're just about all clear, but we're monitoring you', sort of discussion with my consultant a few days ago, and all I can say, is that, if you're faced with a similar quandary, just get a dog, walk with him or her, let them meet chums, let them bark, and poo everywhere, but be a friend, because you'll certainly get better, and total love and loyalty like Lily's, will make sure that you improve as every day progresses.
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Congratulations for working through it, sound as if it's well worth celebrating. A couple of tasty steaks perhaps - one for you and one for Lily!
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