Our momma said the kits gots some good strong glow. Well our friend Mira Deara Needs it up here in Cheese land.
If you kitts glow real hard, I, Caesar the Pit Bull, Promise to leave the litter box alone forever.
Here is an email I got tonight from my friend Mira Deara. Please glow for her.
October 3, 2005
Dear Favoritest Aunties and Bestest Friends,
I got lots of car rides and lap time with Mom today (but not at the same
time. She has all these RULES, that woman!)
This morning I met a really nice doctor who, if she was a dog, would be
called Sparky. She's my new OnCallOJust. I'm not sure just what she's
OnCall about, but there she is, whenever you need her and I needed her bad!
Dr. Reimen checked me over this morning and took some of my blood. (Another
vampire in our midst! What IS it about those bet clinics and vampires? Is
the DMVA on top of this? Somebody should inform them!) A few hours later
she called my mom and said "We're good to go." I was too tired to go
anywhere unless somebody carried me, and if they didn't carry me on a towel
wrapped ice pack, I had no interest in leaving my Mom's lap. But go we went.
First I saw Dr. StickMe. She was reading the reports about me from the
other emergency bet's office, then she called Sparky, I mean Dr. Reimen (I
TOL' you she was OnCall!) and they came up with a plan. They took pictures
of my innards (not my best feature) and gave me Chinese medicine that says
"Protect the General" if you read them right from one language to another,
but it just means it's to cleanse my liver and make me stronger. (Not that
I'm complaining about what it does, but I kinda like thinking I'm a general
deserving protection you know.) I got a few needles and I was still too
tired and too weak to even try to get away. Then we went home for some
Nature's Balance roll and to feed everybody else in the house and then we
left again. It was time for my official visit.
I want you to know, chemo isn't such a bad thing, at least not yet. And
guess what? Now I have my own little fenced yard. You wanna know why? Huh?
I bet you do! Chemo is gonna give me TOXIC POO! Toxic Tinkle, too! You
thought I was amazing when I was just studying to be a Voodoo princess,
well that was nothing. I don't know nobody on my block with Toxic Poo but
me. Even the possum doesn't have Toxic Poo (though Mom might disagree with
that.)
Since I been home, I'm feeling better. I'm walking around more, I ate some
babyfood (when mom fed me from her finger or a spoon) and I even took one
piece of kibble from the bowl! Mom was celebrating! I was smiling but I'd
turn my head away every time Mom tried to take a picture.
Tomorrow, when I've eaten a little more, I can have my prednisone. That'll
make me make a lot of Toxic Tinkle and help me make these lumps all over me
get smaller. Some of the medicine I took tonight, right in my front leg
will do that too. One makes them go away pretty fast. The other one says,
"STAY AWAY!"
Also, Mom thinks we should let everybody know that lymphoma isn't something
that you ever get rid of. I don't get to have a cure. I can get a
remission. That's sorta like a Cancer Garage. One day the lymphoma won't
stay in the garage anymore, but we're hoping to park it for at least a year
or maybe even two! On the papers Mom's been reading, it says 20% of dogs
with this treatment can have 2 years with the Cancer Garage. (Well, not
quite in those words, but those are the right numbers.) So nobody needs to
wish the lymphoma goes away forever in the Toxic Poo. It won't. But we hope
to park it really soon! Keep wishing on those stars.
And if anybody wants some toxic poo to put in a paper bag and set on fire
on the stoop of a pesky neighbor, just let me know. I'm selling it really
cheap.
Your Pal,
Mira I'm feeling better already Deara
�2005 Lu Wyland
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Cindy
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Brutus and Caesar the kitt-loving bullies
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