Cancer Is A Tragedy That Effects Millions Of People, But It Can Also Strike Out Pets. These Stories Show The Hope And Love That Goes With It.

Koda and his human mother are in the midst of their fight with Koda’s cancer. Despite the fear, there is hope as well.


Koda is a wonderful boy. He is 2 to 3 years old, and a Pointer Mix – I’m not sure what else he is “mixed” with, maybe Pit or Lab? He was surrendered by his owners (supposedly they were moving and could not keep him) to a high-kill animal shelter in Central Missouri. Fortunately, he was pulled from death row by an area rescue group, made his way to another group in the Kansas City area who had space for him, and then he was placed up for adoption.

Koda is gentle and sweet-natured, but also timid and easily frightened, so it was hard for the rescue staff to introduce him to potential adopters. Then a growth was noticed on his tongue, and sadly the biopsy came back as malignant melanoma, a terminal, fast-growing cancer. He is fine right now, but when the cancer starts to spread, it may grow very fast.

So now Koda lives at my house as a foster dog. We have fostered in the past, and it is a truly rewarding experience. We plan to keep Koda as healthy and happy as possible. He could still be adopted out to a family that understands his needs. He may also live with us for the rest of his life.

Elisabeth, Kansas City, MO

Nancy and her cat family has had to battle cancer a number of times. But she hasn’t given up.


I found this precious little big girl (she was 16 pounds) at the shelter where I was volunteering. She came in with her brother, both were abandoned. They initially shared a cage, but eventually were separated to increase the chance of them being adopted. Whenever I worked at the shelter, Smokey would always be my working buddy–I think I followed her around more than she did me and always tried to showcase her when people came in. For being such a big cat, she had the tiniest voice. It happened that her brother got adopted, and I mentioned to my shift leader that if she was still at the shelter at the end of the month, she was mine. I brought my Smokey home at the end of August, 2012. She took immediately to my older feline Peanuts, who I lost to lymphoma just 4 months later. Smokey was my bed buddy, my couch potato buddy, and the love of my life. In May, 2014, I found a lump on her tummy, which turned out to be an aggressive form of cancer. She had surgery, but the prognosis was not good. I brought her home and loved the heck out her until I had to say goodbye just 2 weeks later. She was and always will be my Smokey. Smokey, wait for me at the Rainbow Bridge–can’t wait to see you again.

Nancy Valente, Parma, OH

Chloe lived an amazing life, and helped her family survive huge struggles. Her loss left a massive hole in their lives.


This is eight-year-old Chloe, my companion dog, a rescued black lab and 10 week old Dalhia, also a rescued black lab. I am a C4 quadriplegic and Chloe was by my side constantly. I was hospitalized last year for 4 months. While I was in the hospital, my workers compensation caseworker, had my case reviewed before the State Board Of Workers Compensation. They ruled that my dogs should be banished to the basement of our home, so my nursing staff would not have to work in fear of the dogs. I have had a nursing staff since 1994 when I was first paralyzed, without any incident happening with the dogs. Chloe, who was 14 at the time, did not fare well in the basement with my other 2 younger dogs ages 4 and 6. I let my good friend Denise take Chloe home with her until the spring. Denise took Chloe home with her December 12, 2012. I did not even tell Chloe goodbye or how much I love her and how much I would miss her. I just wanted her to think she was going on a car ride with Denise. On December 24, 2012 Denise had taken Chloe and her dog outside for a potty break. When they returned inside, Chloe laid down in the floor in front of the TV. Denise gave her a treat, but she did not want it. Denise ask Chloe “What’s wrong girl, are you tired?” Denise started petting Chloe and rubbing her ears. Chloe’s heart just stopped beating. For 4 months all Chloe saw was an empty bed and a missing wheelchair. Where was mommy? Even though the Vet said Chloe had a cancerous mass In her abdomen that went undetected, to this day, I still believe Chloe died from a broken heart. Let’s find a cure for canine cancer.

Rest In Peace my dear sweet Chloe.

Betty H Uriegas, Flowery Branch, GA

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