Lula's story

My name is Lula.  There may be mistakes here but I speak mostly spanish and Phyllis doesn't understand a word so I have to tell her my story very slowly.  We make a good pair.  I can't type and she can't bark so we try to make it work.  People gave me away.  To a high kill facility.  I am about 4 I think and I am a beautiful perfect yorkie.....almost.  My belly was full of lumps when she got me and I was not spayed.  I came here on Sunday, March 4th.  I like the dogs here and I like Phyllis.  I think I came from a spanish speaking area of Florida and that's probably why Phyllis keeps asking me what I want when I bark at her.  She is starting to understand so I think all is not lost.
Anyway, on Monday she took me to the animal doctor and we found out I have mammary tumors  That is breast cancer.  You probably know that dogs have more than two breasts and I have at least six.  So today I had multiple mastectomies, I was spayed and had my teeth fixed.  The doctor told Phyllis that I also had pyro something that I didn't understand, but she told Phyllis it means that my uterus was in danger of bursting.  I guess if I were human I would be scared but I was just anxious because I had to wait in a cage all morning until time for my surgery.  Phyllis came at got me and I was really out of it.  I could hardly wake up so the doctor wrapped me in a huge blanket and handed me to Phyllis with directions and meds.  I could tell that Phyllis was very nervous to have such a sick dog with such major surgery to take care of but so far she has done very well.  The first time I raised my head she brought me water, and I went back to sleep.  Then I woke up and she put a pill into some great tasting cheese and put it in my mouth so I couldn't spit it out and now I am really feeling no pain.  Just kind of dizzy and tired.  I will get back to you tomorrrow and let you know how Phyllis makes it through the night.  Who is taking care of who here anyway.  She pulled down the low bed she calls a futon so I could stay on the floor in a bed but still be near her.  I can't say I feel great but it's better than being in a war torn country.  More tomorrow as I get better.  I don't understand how my family just gave me to a place that would kill me just because I needed some care.  Maybe they didn't have the money.  I can't tell Phyllis that but she is getting smarter every day.  Now she knows that if I stand in the kitchen and bark I want to eat and if I bark and go to the door I want to go out.  I use a wee wee pad but sometimes I just want to go out.