This is not something I wanted to write. Today, I helped Peanut cross the rainbow bridge. Early this year I had found some lumps on her throat. They turned out to be cancer. At 13.5 years old, and as stressed as she is about vet work, my vet team and I decided the best course of action was palliative care. We got two more months that I am incredibly thankful for. My world has now made a massive shift. 

Peanut was the first dog I got as an adult. She has gotten me through hard times and given me a reason to get through the day. She made me the trainer and handler that I am. She struggled so much with her anxiety and lack of socialization as a young dog, but with a lot of work and time, became one of the best. She was reliable, trustworthy, and so so loved. My original red dog. I don't know what else to say. My world will never be the same. 

I love you, Peanut, forever and always. You'll always be the very best red dog

During our trip to Florida to visit family, I noticed that Peanut had swelling near her lymph nodes in her neck. It quickly got worse, and we proceeded to treat it as if it was an infection. The medication for the swelling helped, but the antibiotics didn't seem to do much.

Unfortunately, when I took her in for an examination with our regular vet, it was determined that she likely has Thyroid cancer. She is currently being made comfortable. As long as she is comfortable and happy, we will keep going. I am so grateful for every moment with my old girl.