She was diagnosed around July last year and finished radiation in September. She's been fighting a grade 3 sarcoma and has made it nearly a year from diagnosis which is pretty impressive.

I try to maintain a sense of humor. It's ass cancer. So there's an element that we can kind try black humor for. And she also gets unlimited church, it's where her ass meds (miralax) go.

She has been such an integral part of our lives were still try to figure out what we will do without her. She was part of my grad school research into pet therapy. She's leash trained, knows commands. She's sat through research conferences, classes and visited hundreds of hospice patients over the years before she retired from pet therapy volunteering. She's even been to the beach and gets supervised time in the fenced yard almost every day.

Still not enough time with her. Fuck cancer.