Meana

I found my dad's cancer. My predecessor found it initially, but I found it when it reappeared on the back of his elbow. It was stage 4 melanoma. He had many treatments, radiation, surgeries and I was his constant companion. Mom had gotten me for him after he lost his last dog. She was worried because he lost his last dog, his oldest dog, his daughter and his mom all in the space of a year and a half. She called Brother Wolf and found me. When he was sick, he lost 95 lbs., he didn't sleep well, and he was so tired and cold. We would lie by the heater together, eat cheese crackers and sleep. After a few months his cancer was gone, and he started feeling better. I found his cancer and helped rehabilitate his arm. Now he can throw the ball as good as ever! My Dad thinks I'm the greatest!