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This week I can celebrate my “gotcha” day for Frankie. Seven years ago I found myself without a dog after my sweet Oscar died of bone cancer. Oscar was only seven. Oscar was the next thing to a perfect dog, and I had hoped to have him for a few more years, but cancer is no respecter of age in …
On the Friday after Thanksgiving in 2017, I went dog shopping. A couple of months before that I lost my best dog ever Oscar to bone cancer. He was only seven and I had hoped for at least two or three more years with him. He was a big lab mix and without a doubt, a person in a dog …