Just when you think life is going ok it kicks you in the balls. My 3 year old lab bitch has just been diagnosed with an aggressive form of tumour (mast cell) after having an innocuous, wart looking growth removed from her front leg. I'm absolutely gutted, she's grown into the most wonderful family dog whilst being a great working dog for me. Lying on her bed in front of the log burner now as if nothing's wrong with the world, but the vet tells me, she might only make another year. Breaks my heart.
