I have such a grudge against cancer, and everything related to it.
Cancer has taken away so many family members, including my dog. February 24th, 2011 my basset hound died of cancer. July 4th, 2008 my grandfather died of cancer. August 10th 2009 my great grandmother died of cancer. March 2nd 2009 my aunt died of cancer. June 30th 2010 my uncle (married to the aunt who died) died of cancer.
I'm so sorry to hear this. Death of a pet is extremely painful, especially if he was a valued member of the family. My basset hound Oliver, died at the age of 8. He could have lived another loving 4 years, but cancer got him, and he died right in front of me. I'm never going to forget the night he died. It was the most traumatic moment of my life. He was my closest friend. The one I could always talk to whenever I was upset. The one who always comforted me when I was sad. He knew me better than anyone else. His death sent me into suicidal depression. In fact, I am literally in tears right now making this post. I miss him so much, I would honestly give up almost anything to have him back.
