Cancer is my mortal enemy!

Ouch...oooh, ouch, ouch, ouch! That is the sound of me trying to walk on my little, tiny, adorable paw.

The dreaded cancer has returned. I spent weeks thinking I was free from the vile grip of the doggie tumor, but alas, Cancer is back in business and it's opened it's front doors in my padded foot. The good news? It is isolated and the doctor thinks it will not spread. The bad news? I am surgery bound yet again.

Am I annoyed? Yes! Will it hurt? YES! Will I fight on? YOU BET YOUR ASS!

I will continue to fight you, silly, silly little cancer cells. Your days are numbered!

I might have lost this battle, but as God is my witness, I will win this war!

But, in order to do so, I will continue to need your help. Every little bit helps and every cent I receive will continue to contribute to my pursuit of love and lap.

Viva la Veterinarian Oncology!

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Rocket

Hola Chica!

Beunos dios, Senoritas!

First and formost, I defy you to deny my adorableness! Look at me, Chica....look at me.



It is week two of my tango with the cancer and it is I who am leading this Dance!

My borders have been cleared and I am now 100% cancer free.

I am licking myself in celebration.


If I could lick you all for your generous support, I would. Do not think I haven't thought about it. It is, in fact, all I think about.

Until we meet again...

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Rocket

Tally: &700.00

Ay, this is so embarrassing.

Aaah, Pain is nothing to a tough guy like me.

I would like to say a very big thank you to those who have donated to my little tumor cause already. I can never repay you personally, but maybe you leave your phone number and we see if I can try. I'm speaking to the ladies specifically, but I do not judge, fellas,...I only love.

I have the stitches...oh, do I have the stitches. They burn, they itch. I long to itch but, alas....I HAVE THE DREADED CONE!

If I am not too busy with pain killers and making sick faces, I will post a picture later.

Until then...who loves you, baby?


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Rocket

Tally to date: 323.00

Help Me Help You!

Why Hello there!

This is the first of many posts from me, yes me. And I am...ROCKET!

It is week one of my cancer treatment and Ay Dios Mio! I'm a LOVER not a fighter. I've already had one procedure to remove the tumor in my leg and now they have to go in for more. Something about removing borders.

I am a man who knows no borders!

Today, I will go back in to the doctor. They'll take out more tissue...ay. They'll pull down skin from over my little adorable elbow...ay, ay. And then I will have to wear this bandage for at least three more weeks...AY, AY, AY! You cannot love another with bandages that bind the soul! I spit on this bandage, I spit on you!

But, I can not spit too much, because then they will put the cone on my head and no one wants that.

I beg of you. Help me get better soon and I promise I will spend the rest of my life spreading my un-bandaged love to the world.

Please forward this blog to everyone you know, the world will be a better place for it.

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Rocket