I've been following the story of my friend's friend. She's apparently a really lovely person, young, vibrant, and a couple of weeks ago found out she had a brain tumour, pretty much in the middle of her brain. She had differing opinions from different doctors about how to tackle it, but decided to get the more risky surgery and have it fully removed.
When she left home to go to the hospital, she said the hardest thing was saying good-bye to her dog who she absolutely doted on, because the dog didn't understand what was happening.
She did well in the surgery, which was a couple of days ago, and they believe they got it all, so that was great.
My friend just found out that the dog got out, and was shot and killed by a hunter
This dog was her life, and was her baby. Her husband is going to have to decide when and how to tell her. Can you imagine how horrible that is going to be
I'm sure we can all understand how devastating that must be at any time, let alone while recovering from such major surgery.
When she left home to go to the hospital, she said the hardest thing was saying good-bye to her dog who she absolutely doted on, because the dog didn't understand what was happening.
She did well in the surgery, which was a couple of days ago, and they believe they got it all, so that was great.
My friend just found out that the dog got out, and was shot and killed by a hunter
I'm sure we can all understand how devastating that must be at any time, let alone while recovering from such major surgery.