Today is 2 months since Taylor had his front right leg amputated, and 5 months today since he was diagnosed with Osteosarcoma.
He is a happy boy. He has always been a happy boy the last 3-1/2 years we have been together (he is 6-1/2 years old).
Within 2 weeks after surgery, we were back to rides/walks.
He (and Face), love, DEMAND going out for a ride 2-3 times a day, and then taking walks.
He runs in the back yard just as fast on 3 legs as he did on 4 legs.
Walks for Taylor means "working the crowd".
They've always gotten a lot of attention, and if possible, Taylor now gets even more hugs and pets and kisses on his head, and he just stands there quietly, loving it.
I promised him the day he came home to me 3-1/2 years ago (and Face 2 years ago), that I would always take care of him, make him feel as comfortable as possible for as long as possible, and make every day as good a day as it can possibly be.
He's my baby. My sweet, mellow, laid back big boy.
I feel so blessed that he came into my life.
Thank you all for your support and caring.