I weep, oh how I weep. I ache, I can barely breathe, and I can’t focus on anything… except the knowledge, just discovered, that Chami will die in a day or two. As I knew in my heart, her cancer was not beaten, simply lurking and seeping throughout her body. The lump I found last week is indeed malignant and the vet says it has probably metastasized through much of her body. Not to her organs, though, her blood work came back looking, once again, like the strong, healthy, vital dog she is still in spirit. Her deep brown eyes, though still portals exposing her precious soul and vast knowledge, now reflect a kind of resigned peace. She will not eat. She will not drink. She is committed to dying and we will let her go and send her on her way with all the love and grace and honor she deserves. But, oh, how I weep.