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3:50 pm - January 08, 2004 Friski's cancer has gotten worse. I had to let her collar out two notches because the lymph node on her throat was the size of an apple. I could hold in gently in my hand while she licked my fingers and whimpered. The lymph nodes next to her shoulder bones are about the same size. They stick out from her neck, giving her an off-balanced look. At night I can hear a raspy breathing coming from her corner as she tries to sleep. This isn't fun. Watching something that I've had by my side for eleven years fall apart slowly. I want to cry when I look at her. The worst part is that I have to decide what's worth it to me: should I take out a loan from the bank to save my dog (aka surgery and chemotherapy), or should I let her go? I take her in at 10am tomorrow. And I hate myself for the decision I might have to make.
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