Last summer I was walking with my thirteen year old pointer mix,
Barkis, when he unexpectedly yelped in pain and didn't want to put any
weight on one of his back legs. An X-ray revealed that he had
actually broken his leg; he had bone cancer. It was a devastating
diagnosis. After leg amputation and chemotherapy, however, he is now
playing in the snow and enjoying every day with inspirational gusto.
Without insurance, it would have been very difficult for me to face
the magnitude of the vet bills. I am so grateful that he was able to
get the very best medical care, and that Barkis continues to be such
an important part of my life. Thank you.