Truthful Tuesday

Max has cancer.

My heart is broken.

Hemangiosarcoma.

It's in his spleen and his lymph nodes.

There's really nothing to do except love him, which you guys know I have covered.

So, now to lighten the mood I'm going to tell you an old story about my Max.

It was a lovely October morning in 2007.  I'd just gone to the grocery store to restock my breakfast goods. I put the perishables in the refrigerator and left the rest in the bag, on top of a chair, as I had to run an errand. 

One of the items in the bag was a box of oat bran.

And this is what I found when I returned home:

Studies have shown that oat bran can reduce your risk of heart attack. In this case, In this case it nearly caused one.

I wasn't positive, but I thought maybe… just maybe Max had something to do with it. What do you think?

Doesn't he look like the picture of innocence? "What? I didn't do anything."

Amid my shock and awe I did notice that in an odd coincidence he looked remarkably like oat bran pitchman Wilfred Brimley:

But that's neither here nor there. He's shameless, Max. I was trying to be stern. I was trying to tell him that was absolutely inexcusable! And he was trying to show me that if he could just reach his tongue right up there…yeah, that tastes good.

Some may call it a rite of passage. Max just sowing his wild oats.

Yeah, he was shameless. Nary an apology to be found.

Though perhaps he did feel a tiny bit sorry as here he is attempting to hide behind his tongue:

Didn't work. I still see you Max!

So, yes. We got through it. Breakfast was ruined (for one of us) but all was forgiven. And if I could come home every day for the rest of my life to some Max-induced mess I would welcome it whole-heartedly.

He's the best guy in the world. And I don't know how much time we have, but you better believe I'm going to spoil the crap out of him.

"What?" you say. I already do?

It will be worse. Epic spoiling.

Why is Canine Cancer even a thing?