Thanks Sandooch! I probably could have posted another story, but that moment is with me always. It turned out to be one of those situations where everything fell into place. We got to the Vets. They did x-rays and determined her cancer had not spread. The surgeon who only came every two weeks was there that day. It felt like it was meant to be.
It was one of those moments where you don't know how it will turn out. She might not have survived surgery. She was already 10 1/2 years old. She could have had her leg amputated and been diagnosed with cancer elsewhere soon after. She might not have adapted to three legs. And, on and on and on. But, it worked out fine. She did end up with arthritis in her hip, but that was kept under control until the last 3 months of her life. So, really, we were blessed with all the extra time we got with her.
