Learning to Live with Canine Lymphoma
Saturday mornings are usually a comical routine around our house. I want to sleep in, and Meg-Meg, my four-and-a-half year old Cockapoo, wants to get up and play. In fact, I can usually bet that sometime between 5:45 a.m. and 6:15 a.m. I will be greeted with a sloppy wet pink tongue across my face. When my eyes finally open,