We got Tucker when I was two. He was, and is, my best friend in the entire world. I once flat out told my mom that if I had to choose who would live between her and the dog, I'd pick Tucker. YEAH. XDD
Anyway... he got a tumor in his eye when he was young. He has blue eyes, and the pigment in them was so bright that the machine they normally used to get ride of tumors wouldn't work properly. We could either take it out, or risk brain damage using the machine. We opted to have it taken out (he looks normal, just like one eye is close all the time).
When he was six, he got a tumor in his other eye, and he developed cancer on his nose. He wouldn't move all day, and even though no one told me anything, it was obvious something was wrong. I used to hug him every day and tell him I loved him before petting him to sleep each night just in case that was the last chance I had.
We bought Rascal because we were sure Tucker would die. My mother took Tucker off all his medications, because we didn't want him to pass all hopped up on steroids and such.
Well, weeks went by with Rascal home, and Tucker had a complete turn around. His cancer went away. His tumor went away. He was up, and running, and playing, and happy, all on no medication. He's now fourteen years old, and still runs and jumps and plays. Rascal is his angel, and his seeing eye dog. He follows Rascal around, because now that he's older he doesn't trust his eye as much and relies on Rascal to lead him around.
I still love him more than anything. =) Sorry for the novel, lol.