The Cash Chronicles: Every Dog Needs A Human

I have several.

It's all happening so fast. Things have changed. I know it.

Deb and Bones have something different going on. I hope it's not because of my problem, my infection.

My nemesis.

This insidious fungus that is eating my brain. Boy I wish I could do a humungous farmer sneeze and blow these organisms out of my nose and then light them on fire and kill them.

There is sadness—anxiousness—lots of love for me and the knowledge that tomorrow we go to the doctor and find out if I can be operated on.

Yes I am between a rock and a hard place. The decease (uh-oh: Freudian slip? disease, I meant) is killing me but the hope is it has not eaten too much of my bone and they can open me up and scrape my head.

Frankendog. FrankenCash.

After a combined effort on all fronts by all my humans equally and with as much love as humans can give enough money has been raised to start the pain. The pain that will hopefully end this miserable, alien-like snot in my head.

We dogs by the way have the capacity to love like 10. Ten humans that is: think about it.

Our smell is 4000 times better, our hearing puts yours to shame. What's to say we don't have that much more capacity to love?

On that note let me tell you what a badass lover I am. I don't just have one or two humans like most people. I have 5 humans all of which love me so much that we may save my ass.

Of course once more think about it. It takes 5 humans to love me and 1 me to love them back.

I love you guys and all 5 of you know it.

Susan: You touch me mysteriously and I like it. You have been there since the beginning of my second life and if I get my third chance you are not going to believe how jazzed I will be to see you when I wake up from this nightmare.

Megan: You made this happen. You brought me Roxy, you brought me Bones. You did not take no for an answer the first time through this and you do not take no for an answer now.

You are the mast of this ship sailing on bumpy seas. I love you.

Jesse zen master, without you Bones would be a wreck.

It is weird that the puppy would grow up to be the mentor. Perhaps with humans it is thus. Bones is crying right now while I write this. After he talks to you Jesse he seems calmer. I guess you are the compass that helps him find true north.

Dan I know full well what it means to Bones when you call him or text him. He loves it and he loves your puppy. Thank you for loving him and me.

Debra Debra Debra. You took me in I pooped on your floor, I didn't mean to and I never did it again. You didn't care, you didn't get mad.

You and I had formed a bond before the accident so the transition from dog of a friend to loving each other was smoother. Thank you for tending to me when Bones could not he is forever grateful for that. Though once again how lucky were you to get to know Cash the smartest damn dog ever?

Oops. Tooting my own horn again.

Seriously though Deb you are a huge part of my rebirth, I love you. Whatever goes on with you and Bones you are my mom there's no way you get off the hook. I love you forever and remember I can love you two equally.

All you people that helped on my site to raise funds: