I have an older sister named Tomodachi, or Tomo for short. Tomo is a rescue dog from Arizona. She was left in an apartment when her former owners moved out, where she barked for three days. When the apartment manager finally showed up, they found Tomo and some dead plants. She was still a puppy and wasn’t even tall enough to drink out of the toilet. Some people are just mean! (Ed. note: and stupid too).
They named her Tomodachi because it means “friend” in Japanese and Tomo surely needed a friend after the way she was treated.
Yuki is a handful and we tolerate her. She just doesn’t understand that 10, 11, and 12-year old dogs might not necessarily feel like going full bore all day, every day. Yuki, who’s still trying to be a puppy, believes one day she will convince Douglas Macaw-thur to play with her. With my elderly wisdom, I try to teach Yuki manners, but she just doesn’t retreat and the word “surrender” is simply not in her vocabulary.
Douglas Macaw-thur is our feathered sibling. Although we get along swimmingly, my other siblings are rather wary of her, since she could take a sizable chunk out of their snouts without even trying.
The blog is just a way for those of us surviving with (as opposed to dying from) lymphoma to share stories, treatments, recipes for good food when we get a tad nauseous, and sometimes to just lend a sympathetic ear. As you know, we have substantial ears.
Thanks for reading. I hope that someone else going through what I’m going through sees this and is glad to know they’re not alone.