My first year of college, I experienced the greatest tragedy of my life. Some may say she was just a dog, but to me, she was my best friend. My Chihuahua, Tiny. I received this dog as a gift on my second birthday. At which point, she would fit in my father’s work pocket and pester me throughout her “puppy stage.” Over the years, Tiny grew into a best friend, more so than a pet. However, much of this changed when we found out she had a fatty benign tumor. 1.) At the age of 13 in 2013, Tiny was diagnosed with a tumor on the inferior, anterior side of her body. It was very small and moved fairly easily. Thankfully, the vet techs at Town and Country were able to confirm that this was just a fatty benign tumor. Which is really wonderful news when it could have just as well been cancer. We were informed to keep an eye on it but more than likely it would never turn into anything. As the years passed, she would
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She would play outside in the snow or run through the holiday gift wrap scatter throughout the house after our Christmas gifts were open. She was loving and playful, seemingly understanding of the events occurring. She never failed to make us laugh, especially when she would steal our candy and somehow get it out of the wrapper for her own consumption. It was not uncommon to see her walk across the living room with chocolate, gum, a sucker, or anything else my siblings would leave available on their nightstand. However, in August of 2015, things took a turn for the worse. 2.) By September of 2015, I had began my first year of college and was working long hours at Jack Bradley Insurance Agency. This was taking up a majority of my time. However, one day I came home for lunch and realized the fatty tumor on my dog had grown at least two times larger than before and
She would play outside in the snow or run through the holiday gift wrap scatter throughout the house after our Christmas gifts were open. She was loving and playful, seemingly understanding of the events occurring. She never failed to make us laugh, especially when she would steal our candy and somehow get it out of the wrapper for her own consumption. It was not uncommon to see her walk across the living room with chocolate, gum, a sucker, or anything else my siblings would leave available on their nightstand. However, in August of 2015, things took a turn for the worse. 2.) By September of 2015, I had began my first year of college and was working long hours at Jack Bradley Insurance Agency. This was taking up a majority of my time. However, one day I came home for lunch and realized the fatty tumor on my dog had grown at least two times larger than before and