The Dog Lived (and So Will I)by Teresa Rhyne
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"Funny, smart, uplifting, and fun, The Dog Lived (and So Will I) reminds us that animals are among our best teachers, our most powerful healers, and our most steadfast friends. I loved it!"-Sy Montgomery, author of The Good Good PigThe tale of a dog who wouldn't let go and the woman who followed his lead.
Teresa Rhyne vowed to get things right this time around: new boyfriend, new house, new dog, maybe even new job. But shortly after she adopted Seamus, a totally incorrigible beagle, vets told Teresa that he had a malignant tumor and less than a year to live. The diagnosis devastated her, but she decided to fight it, learning everything she could about the best treatment for Seamus. Teresa couldn't possibly have known then that she was preparing herself for life's next hurdle - a cancer diagnosis of her own.
She forged ahead with survival, battling a deadly disease, fighting for doctors she needed, and baring her heart for a seemingly starcrossed relationship. The Dog Lived (and so Will I) is an uplifting and heartwarming story about how dogs steal our hearts, show us how to live, and teach us how to love.
A heartwarming, hilarious book about dogs, relationships and surviving life's challenges with humor and grace is perfect for fans of Marley and Me, The Middle Place and A Dog's Purpose will love this touching memoir.
Other books by Teresa Rhyne:
Dogs Were Rescued (And So Was I)
"infused with emotional moments and even more so with humor. The book is a wonderful mixture of it all."
"As much as this book is about thriving, not just surviving, during cancer, it is also a love story written to the beagle."
"A wonderfully poignant memoir straight from the heart"
"like "Marley and Me", but much better."
"INCREDIBLE - heartwarming, sad, funny, stressful and comforting all at once."
"A true gem for any dog lover and anyone who either has had cancer or knows/has known someone with cancer - which let's face it - is everyone."
"THIS MEMOIR IS WHAT ALL OTHER MEMOIRS SHOULD ASPIRE TO."What reviewers are saying about The Dog Lived (And So Will I):
"This poignant and fastmoving memoir...is proof that even a hardcharging lawyer is no match for a bighearted beagle." -Martin Kihn, author ofBad Dog (A Love Story)
"...encouraging tale of finding love and love in unexpected places..."-Publishers Weekly
"A book that dares to be honest and sad and hilarious all at once."-Susan Conley, author of The Foremost Good Fortune
"Funny, smart, uplifting and fun, The Dog Lived (And So Will I) reminds us that animals are among our best teachers, our most powerful healers, and our most steadfast friends. This unforgettable story of an irrepressible beagle, a tough lawyer and her unlikely boyfriend will make you cry a little and laugh a lot. Whether you're facing a scary illness or just a blah Monday, this book is good medicine. I loved it." - Sy Montgomery, author of The Good Good Pig
"This poignant and fast-moving memoir of Teresa and Seamus -- both definitely Type A personalities -- is proof that even a hard-charging lawyer is no match for a big-hearted beagle. Their mutual triumph over terrible trials is a testament to the healing power of dogs. Four paws up!" - Martin Kihn, author of Bad Dog (A Love Story)
"This encouraging tale of finding love and hope in unexpected places is full of small yet valuable life lessons that any animal-lover would appreciate." - Publishers Weekly
"This book does a great thing--it shows us how to make room in our lives for disease and then to get on with the important business at hand--falling madly in love and spoiling a beloved dog rotten. It's a book that dares to be honest and sad and hilarious all at once. It will help inspire many people to respond to the unexpected in their own lives with humor and grace." - Susan Conley, author of The Foremost Good Fortune
"This delightfully wisecracking memoir will renew the spirits of cancer survivors as well as dog lovers. For health and pet collections." - Library Journal
"The title gives away the ending, but, as always in life, it's the journey that matters. Teresa and Seamus battle their diseases, giving each other love-and the grace that makes life worthwhile." - Cesar's Way
"This is a wonderful memoir allowing the reader to experience the highs and lows of both author Teresa Rhyne's and beagle Seamus' cancer battle. " - Red Room
"Her book is a great read, humorous, real and interesting, and I am pretty sure you do not have to be a cancer survivor to enjoy it. " - But Doctor...I Hate Pink
"When you read The Dog Lived and So Will I, you will make a new friend in Teresa, only you'll feel like you're one of Teresa's oldest and dearest friends as you get to know her. Reading this book is like sitting down in your jammies with one of your best friends as you catch up on what each has been up to over a bottle of wine in front of the fire. " - Fit As Fido
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The Dog Lived (And So Will I)
By Teresa J. Rhyne
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I should not have asked him to pick me up at the airport. Was I that lonely and desperate already? I grabbed my carry-on from overhead luggage. Too late now. He'd be there waiting, appropriately enough for me, in baggage claim. Or not.
Now a new fear charged through me. It was embarrassing enough that I'd emailed him from an Internet café in Ireland admitting that I missed him and asking him to pick me up, but what if he didn't do it? What if no one was there to greet me? Cab fare home would not be nearly as expensive as all the therapy it would take to get over that psychic wound. I walked down the narrow aisle of the plane, moved along by the impatience of my fellow passengers, who, I imagined, all had someone there in the airport happily awaiting their arrivals, holding signs and flowers and ready to sweep them off their feet in enthusiastic embraces. No wonder they were rushing.
"I love your scarf, by the way," the flight attendant said, smiling and fresh-looking even after a twelve-hour flight.
I looked down at my long, flowing, brightly colored, hand-knitted scarf. "Oh, thanks. I actually bought this at my cousin's shop in Athboy outside Dublin." Maybe if I engaged in a long conversation with the flight attendant, I'd never have to get off the plane. Maybe she'd be able to give me a ride home when the inevitable happened.
"Was it McElhinney's?" she asked in the same Irish brogue as my cousins.
"Yes. How funny that you knew that," I said as the crowd surged forward, moving me past her.
"Lovely shop. Such beautiful things. And you look smashing." Her grin seemed sincere. "Bye-bye."
But the compliment did not comfort me. Me looking smashing was not a good sign. Long ago my friend Stacey had told me that she always could tell when my life was falling apart because I'd look so pulled together. If I was perfectly dressed and groomed and presenting well to the world, she knew I had on my armor and was suited up to, as it were, tilt at my own windmills. If I looked smashing, it was because some aspect of my life was being smashed to pieces.
I was on this flight home after I'd gone to Ireland with my brother and a cousin, ostensibly to celebrate their fortieth birthdays but mostly to escape my lonely household following my second divorce and the death of my two old dogs, all in the past six months. So, by Stacey's analysis, yeah, I should look impeccable.
My trip had been wonderful, though, and it had mostly served its purpose of getting me out of my own head and on toward a new life. And I'd have been in a much better mood if I hadn't so foolishly asked a man I'd only been dating a few months to pick me up at the airport. For god's sake, I wasn't even supposed to be dating. I'd sworn off dating. I'd sworn off men. I had my life all carefully planned out now, and relationships were a thing of the past. No future involvements. None.
As I approached the escalator, I immediately saw Chris standing at the bottom. Even from that distance his bright blue eyes were noticeable — heck, his eyelashes were even long enough to be noticed. He was tall, with a head of massively thick salt-and-pepper hair that also made him stand out. And he was wearing his light blue plaid button-down shirt. My favorite shirt. He looked handsome.
I couldn't help but smile. I had missed him. And I had so many great stories to tell him that I knew we'd laugh over ... right after a hot bath together, a bottle of wine, and ... well, the stories might have to wait. As would my carefully laid-out life plan, apparently. I stepped off the escalator and into his arms.
* * *
"After all those cold days traipsing around Ireland, this feels really, really good," I said, sinking farther down into the bathtub, both for the soothing wash of hot water and to keep my middle-aged body covered by bubbles. My townhome had the largest bathtub I had ever seen. The depth of the tub allowed me the modesty I still felt — the bubbles came up to my collarbone — but it was more than that. The grand tub stretched out over six feet in length and nearly four feet in width, taking up two-thirds of the bathroom. Thus, despite how tall we both were, Chris and I easily fit in the bath together facing each other. There was also plenty of space on both sides for a champagne bucket and candles.
"Feels good to me too, and I haven't been traveling. Are you tired?" Chris asked, refilling my glass with champagne.
"A little. But I slept pretty well on the plane. And it would be better for combating jet lag if I stayed awake a few more hours."
"I can help you with that," Chris said, leaning in for a kiss.
I returned the kiss. "I'm sure you can."
Chris raised his eyebrows in a playful leer. He leaned back. "Tell me about your trip."
I loved that he loved my stories. And I had certainly brought a wealth of them home from Ireland, where I'd been visiting my grandfather's family. I told Chris about one family member in particular who'd kept me laughing — my second cousin, Seamus. I knew he'd make Chris laugh, too.
On our second night in Ireland several family members gathered at a pub for dinner. Cousin Colleen, the one I'd traveled over with, had said her Irish boyfriend would be joining us as well. My brother had a few conversations with Colleen about this mysterious Irish boyfriend and was beginning to doubt he was real. He never showed up when he was supposed to. Several more relatives and friends joined us that evening, but Mysterious Irish Boyfriend was not among them. We passed two hours in the pub waiting for a table large enough to seat all fourteen of us. Or perhaps it would only be thirteen. Many phone calls and drinks later, MIB was still MIA.
When we were finally seated for dinner at 11:00 p.m., Colleen excused herself to make yet another phone call.
My brother Jay asked another cousin, Claire, "So you guys have never actually met this dude, right?"
"Never. She's wasting 'er time."
"Do you think he actually exists?"
"If he does, he's a fookin' bastard." This came from Seamus, Claire's brother, and an early-on favorite of mine if only for his pronunciation of the F word, which he, like a lot of my Irish relatives, used liberally. Seamus to me was prototypically Irish — lanky, pale, redheaded, with a fondness for drink and hysterical commentary.
When Colleen returned to the table, Seamus accosted her.
"Coosin, what're you doin'? Leave it alone. The bastard ain't coming."
"I'm worried he had an emergency at work. Or he can't find the place."
"He's a fookin' plumber. What kind of emergency can he be 'avin' that he can't bloody call? T'is the only pub in the village called Inn Moderation. He'd find it if he was tryin'."
I saw this as extremely sage advice.
Colleen saw it differently. "I just think he can't find it. He didn't grow up here and it's late and he's probably tired, don't you think? I know he'd want to be here. He said so last night. I just want to give him directions if he needs them."
Seamus flung his hands in the air, "Coosin! If a man wants to fookin' find a woman, he'll fookin' find 'er!"
I told the story, mimicking my cousin's Irish brogue as best I could. My efforts were rewarded when Chris burst out laughing. "Seamus is a genius."
"My thoughts exactly," I said.
"I'm going to remember that. 'If a man wants to fookin' find a woman, he'll fookin' find 'er.'"
"And don't you think it works so much better in that accent? Jay and I can't stop saying fookin'. We add it to fookin' everything."
"Absolutely. It's hilarious. And what he says is true." Chris looked right at me. "I found you."
At once, I became intensely interested in the bottom of my champagne glass, looking deep inside it. I emptied the liquid to get a better view of the bottom.
This was just a fling. This was about great sex and fun times. I was not what he was looking for. How could I have been? He was twenty-nine years old. I was forty-one. He lived in west Los Angeles. I was sixty miles east in a far less glamorous locale. He was young, single, and handsome. I was ... well, I was not young and I was still licking my wounds following my second divorce. My second divorce. I was not what anyone was looking for.
He held my right foot and massaged the arch gently.
When he began to trace a delicate line up my leg with his finger, I relaxed. See, it's only sex. That's what he's looking for. So much better! Not like a relationship at all. Phew. Sex I can do; it's just all that other stuff I'm not so good with.
I was good at math, though. I had easily determined the common denominator in my two divorces was me. Considering that none of the marriages surrounding me in my childhood had been happy or had survived into my adulthood, this should not have come as a surprise to me, but it had. I was good at a lot of things, but marriage, it turned out, was not one of them. So six months earlier when I'd left my second husband and moved into this rented townhome, I'd vowed to begin what I, perhaps too affectionately, had dubbed my alphabet life.
Like Steve Martin's character in The Jerk, all I needed was B, C, and D: books, coffee, and dogs. That's all I needed.
B was for Books — I lined my living room walls and one of the spare bedrooms with mismatched, heavily loaded bookcases and stacked the rest of the books in piles all over the house where no one could tell me they were messy.
C was for Coffee — by the gallons, with no one around to tell me the grounds got in the white tile grout and were messy.
And D was for Dogs — I had my two beagles, Richelieu and Roxy, and had told my law partner from whom I rented the townhome not to bother changing out the ugly green carpet since my dogs were old and might be messy. By this I meant I was old and messy and intended to remain gloriously so. (I find one of the many great things about dogs is that they don't mind being blamed for things that aren't their fault.)
Then a friend from college reminded me I was not likely to survive without adult beverages. Which, I think, is why we have college friends, isn't it?
So I added A for Alcohol — by which I meant wine. Okay, and martinis. And right, also I meant margaritas.
A, B, C, and D. I had packed my alphabet into a moving van and left married life behind.
That sound you hear is not just the moving van's screeching brakes — it's fate laughing in my face.
I had seven weeks with both dogs in my new place — enough time to settle into a pattern of walks and meals, to chart out who got which portion of the bed and the couch, and to establish our home of three. By the end of April, my thirteen-year-old beagle Richelieu had a series of seizures and eventually, sobbing and cursing but knowing it was best for him, I had to let him go.
In August, the congestive heart failure that the veterinarian had told me would come finally did, and I lost Roxy, too. I came home from work to find her dead in the middle of my living room, right in front of all of those bookcases. My friend Stacey drove me to the vet's office as I held Roxy's body and shook with sadness and tears. As she drove me back, I was curled into the passenger's seat, sobbing again.
When I returned home, all that greeted me was that hideous green carpet. I was five months into my alphabet life, and already I was missing a letter. I had wanted to be alone, but not that alone. I never wanted to be without my dogs. Dogs were the only consistent relationship in my life, and now they were gone, too.
The silence suffocated me for a few weeks. I considered getting another dog, but I'd learned the great cosmic curse that all dog lovers learn eventually — you may have the unconditional love, devotion, and near-perfect companionship of a dog, but only for twelve to fifteen years, if you are lucky. Then your heart breaks. I didn't think I could take that pain again.
And that's when I'd escaped to Ireland.
But now I was back and I was dog-less, sitting naked in a steamy bubble bath, sipping champagne with a young, handsome man. Did I have my shit together or what?
"Hey," Chris jostled my leg underwater, "you still awake?"
"Yeah," I set my champagne glass down and rallied a smile. "I can tell you the rest of the Ireland stories in the morning. We have better things to do now."
"I like that," Chris said, moving toward me and wrapping me in his arms.
I blew out the candles before rising from the water.
* * *
By the time Chris woke, I was on my third cup of coffee and ready to talk. About Ireland. I regaled him with stories of country drives and castles and singing in pubs and my cousin that snuck us into a private club in Limerick without letting us know he wasn't a member, and the green cliffs and spectacular scenery, the tiny roads and roundabouts (which I dubbed "roustabouts"), the beautiful Irish faces, and that I stood nearly a foot taller than most all of my relatives. Chris listened and laughed and asked questions.
"We got to see our great-grandparents' graves, which was cool, even if it meant we also had to attend mass."
"Yeah, I didn't think you'd get ten days in Ireland without going to mass." Chris and I had both been raised Catholic; both had gone to Catholic schools, and both were of Irish descent, although Chris was mixed with German. But being raised Catholic is its own special bond, particularly if one survives Catholic school. "Did nuns leap out and begin swatting your knuckles with rulers? Or was it just the proverbial lightning strike?"
"Neither, surprisingly. And I avoided confession, since we only had ten days."
"Is divorce legal there yet? Maybe in that country you're still married."
We were sitting up in bed, and while I at least had a nightie on, Chris was naked. "That would make me a sinner of a whole different kind."
"A sexy sinner. I like it." We both laughed, until he said, "Probably the one glitch in your plan to recover from your divorce was picking a staunchly Catholic country. Did your divorces come up while you were there? How did you explain that?"
"I didn't. I just avoided the whole topic." I tried to sound more cavalier than I had felt. In truth, I felt like I had worn a scarlet "D" the entire time I was in Ireland, especially given that I never met one divorced person. "They probably think I'm a spinster. If anyone asked about kids or spouses, Jay and I both answered by talking about his wife and kids."
"Clever. So no one ever asked about a husband? You never had to explain your lack of kids?"
"Well, cousin Seamus circled around it at the end. On our last morning there we were in Claire's kitchen saying good-bye to everyone. Seamus hugged me good-bye and whispered, 'I still don't understand why some fella hasn't thrown 'is leg around ya and claimed ya as 'is own.'"
"Cousin Seamus strikes again! He is hilarious."
"He did make me laugh a lot."
"So did you explain that several men had tried the leg-throwing bit and it hadn't really worked out?"
And how would I explain that? I'd only recently been able to sort through it myself. With lots and lots of therapy. I chose my first husband without any knowledge of what a healthy relationship might look like. I only understood that traditional marriage (mom home, dad working several jobs, kids running amok) had not worked for anyone I knew and looked completely unenjoyable. It was not for me. So I chose someone exotic (Croatian-born; spoke three languages), intelligent (we met in law school), handsome (Willem Dafoe on steroids ... and wait, we'll get to that), and infinitely charming. I still managed to be surprised that he was also a narcissistic, substance-abusing, spendthrift womanizer who thought I'd stay home and have his blond-haired, blue-eyed babies while he ... well, see above.
It then made perfect sense that the next spouse I chose was an ultra-conservative, Midwestern momma's boy who was as safe as ... well, as safe as the confines of his undiagnosed (and untreated) obsessive compulsive disorder required him to be. So yes, I understood I'd done my own version of Goldilocks ("this one's too hot, this one's too cold, this one's too hard, this one's too soft ..."). But that didn't mean I expected most folks to understand.
Chris knew my Goldilocks story. I shared it with him before we were even dating. Back before we'd crossed the line from friends in a writers' group together to friends in a bathtub together. Back when I thought he was merely humoring a middle-aged woman through her divorce over cocktails while waiting for our writers' group meetings to start. Back before I realized we were meeting for hours before our writers' group meeting started.
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"Teresa's memoir is sad and hilarious all at once, showcasing the love a human can have for their canine best friend and the attitude that can make or break a life or, in this case, two lives." - Anokhi Magazine
"Kudos to the writer for honestly divulging her sometimes unfettered fears, tearful thoughts and comical reactions to the big "C" word that infiltrates so many of our lives. " - Bookpleasures.com
"Teresa Rhyne takes those darkest moments of their lives, and injects into them a sense of hope, possibility, positivity, and yes, even humour! It's hard to not crack a smile with some of the descriptions within the pages, whether it's the canine antics of the lovable rogue Seamus, or the hilarious criticisms of the health system and their fondness for nausea-inducing holiday decor." - The Literary Word
Lawyer turned author Teresa Rhyne draws you immediately in through her open, honest, and vivid writings about love, cancer, and her very loved beagle Seamus...This is a true story of a survivor that will leave you wanting more.
"The Dog Lived: (And So Will I)" is a moving read of coping with cancer, strongly recommended for pet lovers who have faced their own struggles in life.
A heart-warming story of hope and love.
Meet the Author
Teresa Rhyne is an animal advocate and breast cancer survivor. She lives in the Los Angeles area with her boyfriend Chris, and their two beagles, Daphne and Percival. She is the author of the #1 New York Times bestseller The Dog Lived (And So Will I) and The Dogs Were Rescued (And So Was I).
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I absolutely loved, love, love this book. I felt honored and blessed that T. Rhyne let us into her life in such a trying time. Her love for Seamus and Chris can truly be felt in every page. I laughed out loud and cried as well. I would recommend this book to anyone. You will be so engrossed in every chapter that you can't put it down. For anyone who has ever owned a Beagle you will relate. To anyone who has ever had hardships with family and friends because of a partner or spouse will relate. And of course if you are or anyone has been through Chemotherapy can relate. This book is a must have. You will walk away with a piece of Seamus ( the famous ) in you heart and soul!!!
I bought this book for 2 reasons. One: I am a breast cancer survivor since 1981. Two: I nursed my Jack Russell terrier till she died from cancer. I was heartbroken after Holly's death. I grieved for a long time over the death of my best buddy. A year later I got an older Jack Russell from a shelter. Bonnie has helped heal my heart. I know I will enjoy this book. Kudos to the author for sharing her story. ER
Absolutely LOVED this book! Hated reaching the end because I wanted to keep reading...devoured it in less than 24 hours! My mom was just finishing up chemo and radiation for triple negative breast cancer and I have a beagle, so it hit home big time. My mom was hesitant about the book, thinking it might be depressing during a somewhat difficult time - I convinced her to read it and she loved it, too! Completely uplifting and funny! I would recommend to anyone, especially anyone touched by a beagle or cancer.
This was a terrific read. It's very funny and very inspirational! I feel like I've known the author for years. I love her style of writing. It's not hard at all to fall in love with her story.....especially Seamus!!!
A friend of mine had reviewed this book on Amazon and the review was posted to The Dog Lived (and So Will I) Facebook page and my friend shared her review on her own page. After reading her review, I HAD to read the book!I do not have a beagle, but I have a dog and am an avid reader, I have grown to become a beagle lover through my friend who is a beagle lover and owner and rescuer. This was such a GREAT story whether you have a dog or not, it was a heartfelt peek into someone else's life with some good laughs, maybe a tear, and definitely parts most people can relate to. You WILL grow to LOVE Seamus through Teresa! You will also want to say fookin in your daily life! This is a wonderful story of love, the will to fight for yourself and those you love, and survival! It was so good that I didn't want it to end and wished it went further into Chris, Seamus, and Teresa's lives...I wanted to know what happened next, but didn't want the book to end either.
Teresa Rhyne draws you immediately in through her open, honest & vivid writings about love, cancer & her very loved beagle Seamus. A true story that will leave you wanting more & of course to adopt a beagle.
There were times when I was reading this book that I had to remind myself that it was a memoir and not a novel. It's well written and flows smoothly. Teresa Rhyne is a real person who deals with the ups and downs of life. Her dog gets cancer, she gets cancer.... Reading how she navigates through the medical treatments for her dog and the lessons she learns along the way. What a relief to read a TRUE story about someone who's over the top about their dog...just like me! Teresa also highlights her support of pet adoption and local shelters and rescues. Her struggle and triumph through breast cancer brings her to a new sense of self.
Living with my sister who has been on multiple and continuous cancer treatments and radiation therapy for four years plus, I know first hand the horrors that our loved ones endure. Teresa shares beautifully all the loves of her life (fur & otherwise) as she takes courageously takes on the ups and mostly downs of battling a debillitating illness, her hard fought recovery using her strong and willing support network pulling for her!
I feel blessed to be able to share in this wonderful tale of love, courage of spirit, and determination to live. And to do it with grace and dignity and even humor. Chris is a rare man indeed and I am in that line with the other women! Kidding aside it really was heart warming how these two survived and flourished through it all. And Seamus here's a "toast" to you lil' guy! Aaarrrrooooooo! Candace Wakefield
I enjoyed reading this book. Having both a beagle and breast cancer, I could relate to these funny, heartwarming stories. Good easy read!
Great book. I would recommend to all. One of the best books i've ever read. Seamus, teresa and Chris are an inspiration and how nice it was that they shared their story with us.I give this book unlimited toast and arrrooos!!!
Very inspiring book. Love the way the author told the story. Funny, sad, and inspiring.
You must read this book! It is funny and smart! Her love for this dog is hysterical and endearing! Her cancer battle is potrayed perfectly! As a cancer survivor, I indentified with everything she said! A real must read!
This was one of those books that I just couldn't plow through fast enough. Not only am I a dog lover, I enjoy reading personal, true-life stories that tug at your heart. This book had all that and then some! The story reads as though the author is a friend, and she is telling you her life story...very casual, yet HIGHLY entertaining. I would love to read more by this author...but hope with all my heart that cancer does not touch them anymore!!
Teresa is a wonderful story teller and expertly melds several story lines into one amazing read. We went thru Mast Cell cancer with our 2 yr old Boston Terrier (who I saw in Seamus almost every page) this past year. The stress and expense of cancer in our pets is perfectly recounted in these pages.
This book is so funny!!! Some one please help me I can't stop laughing!!!!!
This book is so poignant and well written. It deals with a serious subject but is written with realism and humor. Anyone that has loved a dog and has made it a member of the family is going to love this. In addition, anyone who has lived through life and death situations in the human realm, whether it be themselves or someone close is going to find this an uplifting read. Our relationships with the significant others in our lives is depicted in all their complexities and rewards in a wonderful way through this story as well.
Excellent read, can't wait to start "The Dogs were Rescued and so Was I."
This was a very good story about a very sad illness that too many people and animals are facing. Although it end well with hope its not a feel good story. I am glad I read it, Opened my eyes, to what too many are going through.
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I am an avid reader and this is probably one of the best books I have read in a very long time. I literally just finished it today. I cried, I laughed and wanted to keep reading I couldn't believe there wasn't more to read. What a talented lady..Sarcastic, smart, serious and funny. I had a Beagle several years ago, and I know the love that love that is between out pets and ourselves. I am soooo happy that Seamus and Teresa beat cancer!! And kudos to Chris for being a good man...Beautiful story of love, charm (from Seamus of course), resilience, and courage and my list could go on..Have a wonderful and a happy life together :) Paulette
heartwarming to the extreme. thank you. thank you.
CANCER....you will not stop this lady! Or her dog! Everyone will enjoy this true story.