Fuck cancer, genuinely just SO fuck cancer | Pridecord | Page 1

Two of my cats and two of my dogs have died to cancer and now I’m losing a third dog to it. We’re amputating his leg tomorrow because he broke his leg due to how fragile the cancer made his bones and the thing is it probably won’t even save him. It’ll save him pain, which is good, I’d never want to put him through pain, but it’s just not fair. And the worst part of all of this, I haven’t cried even once since we learned he had cancer. I feel like such a terrible person for that. I learn that the dog that’s raised me since I was 4 has cancer and is going to die and I can’t even shed a single tear of him? Makes me feel like my love for him was all an act to make my family happy, like it was fake and I don’t give two shits about him. And I don’t want that to be the case, I would say I know it’s not but I don’t know that, I really think it is, and I hate it. I don’t know what I’m gonna do when he’s gone, it genuinely feels like he was the only thing anchoring me to this world. And yet I can’t even cry for him

#Fuck cancer, genuinely just SO fuck cancer