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August 11, 2001
“Which way did they go, Cody? Show us the way,” the Lieutenant shouted, sitting high on his palomino.
I looked up and saw the trail split in three directions. I ran straight ahead with my nose low to the ground. The scent was still strong. Wait! It stopped. I bet they doubled back. I ran back and checked the right fork. Sure enough, they headed down toward the river. I let out two quick barks and took off like a shot. The outlaws weren’t going to get away this time.
“Cody’s got the scent. Let’s go!” The bugle man sounded the charge and twenty horses carrying men in blue uniforms thundered after me down the trail. I got to the river’s edge and jumped off a high rock, bracing for the impact of the cold water.
“Cody. Wake up, Cody.” I slowly opened my eyes and saw Alan sitting next to me. Lee was petting my head slowly and Cheyenne was there, too, biting at my ears. I guess I overslept or something. That’s very unusual.
I tried to get up, but my legs didn’t want to move. My nose was dry as old newspaper and my tongue felt like the desert. Alan said my gums looked grey and he was worried about internal bleeding. Yikes! That sounds bad. He hurried off to call the vet. Cheyenne dropped a ball in front of me, but all I could do was watch it roll away. I felt terrible. Lee kept stroking my head and telling me it was going to be okay.
When he came back, Alan said he talked to Dr. Fineman. She told him the ultrasound of my heart looked okay after the treatment, but the Adriamycin was going to knock me down for a while. She said it probably wouldn’t cause bleeding, but if I didn’t get better by tomorrow, we should go see Dr. Klintworth.
I lifted my head a bit when Lee put some water in front of me, but I just didn’t have the strength to reach it. Cheyenne finally lay down and put her chin on her front paws, watching me. She knew I wasn’t going to play with her today.
I went back to sleep for a while, but I never found out if we caught up with those bank robbers. Finally, I struggled to my feet and came out in the living room. I was dizzy and weak, but at least I could move a little. Alan and Lee jumped up and came over when they saw me. They said I looked better.
By the end of the day, I was a little hungry. I went over and circled my food dish, finally taking a few bites of dog food with Omega-3 oil on it. A few minutes later I threw up and went back to my bed.
I don’t know if this chemotherapy business is working or not, but I sure hope it’s over soon. One way or another.
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