My name is Remmi and I'm 8 1/2 years old (or 59 1/2 in hooman years). I lucked out when my "mom" adopted me at 5 months old. I don't know much about my birth, only that I was in a Kentucky shelter and picked up by this nice person, Jessica, who helps a lot of dogs like me find FURever homes. Recycled Doggies is the name of the rescue that helped me get well after they took me to the doggy hospital for a checkup and found out I had some nasty bug called "parvo". All I know is that I felt very tired and couldn't keep any food down. I hear I could've crossed the rainbow bridge had they not helped me as quickly as they did. Probably feels the same having cancer. Awful, huh? You're doggone right it is!
Well, I know because my K9 brother, Axel, crossed the Bridge last May because of stupid cancer. He was soooo PAWsome! I lived with him nearly my whole life. He and my "dad" would leave for work every day. Together, they were a fierce crime-fighting team, but when Axel was off duty, we played and played. I liked to have him chase me in the yard. Every night we chewed antlers together. He was my big brother and my protector. I really miss him.
I now have a little sister, Vino. My hoomans brought her home on my 8th birthday in December. They thought it was time I have a playmate and someone I can protect and help grow to be a good dog. She already likes playing chase in the backyard, just like Axel and I used to do. I now protect her with a ferocious "WOOF!" if I sense any danger nearby. My big brother taught me well.
As far as this stupid cancer thing...I didn't even know dogs could get that, until it happened to Axel. I thought it was just a human sickness. You see, my mom is busy every year doing all these cool things for this PAWsome charity called The Leukemia & Lymphoma Society. She helped me spell that too. That was a ruff one. Let's just say LLS, okay? Anyway, I have been on many runs with my mom when she was training to run these races and help people doctors find a way to stop this ugly thing. I also remember how sad everyone was last year when we lost my big brother and then lost my mom's "hero", Sondra, 4 months later. There was lots of sadness.
Well, the happy part is that I can now help my mom, her firends and all my fellow doggies out there! Can you hear me howling with excitement?! Guess what? YOU can help too!
I was told that dogs have DNA that is much like people's DNA so this LLS charity just got a grant and the good doggie doctors at Cornell University (I think that's like a training place for hoomans) are going to figure out why dogs get lymphoma and maybe help dogs AND people get better and never have to worry about this cancer thing again.
Are you with me? Put your paws up and join my pack of rousers today! I'm going to knock this out of the doggy park and running with a pack is ALWAYS better than running alone. EVERYONE is welcome in my pack; hoomans, cats (yes, I said kitty cats), bunnies, lizards...even squirrels. The only thing I bite is cancer...right in the rump!
I have 4 weeks to grow my pack as big as I can, so join me and then spread the word to all your FURiends so they can play too. WOOF!