Hello,

My name is Duke and I’m a cancer survivor since Jan. 8, 2018.  It was Dec. 2017 when I started to notice a pain in my right ankle.  It began to swell and become hard, my Mom thought I had sprained my ankle and she iced it till I felt better.  The pain seemed to go away until closer to Christmas when I started limping and I didn’t want to run around anymore.  One day my Mom decided it was time to visit the Vet and at the Vet I get lots of treats.  The vet always has the good treats on the counter.  I even was able to go in the back for more hugs and treats until they put me under this thing (X-Ray).  This thing is what told my Mom I had Cancer.  That’s was the beginning of where I am now.

I had my amputation on my right leg on Jan. 8 and since then I have been in the crate at home when Mom goes out.  I don’t know where she goes but says its work, whatever that is.  Did I say that I HATE the Crate and the cone, I cant forget about the cone.  Mom lets me out when she gets home and takes my cone off.  I get to go out in the front yard with Mom, I don’t know why but she says I have to.  I would rather be in the back with my brother Bubba to bark and play.

I don’t mind not having my leg, it doesn’t bother me anymore and its not in the way.  I feel great and I can get around just like I did before just in a different way.  My Mom is always saying Slow Down but I don’t know what that means.  I just want to run around.

This is where I am today.  Soon I should be able to go outside and play with Bubba.  I hope I still keep getting the treats though.

Duker