I think Goliath might be coming out of his remission. He has almost no strength in his back legs. I had to carry him upstairs tonight. He almost made it half way up, sat down, and then slid backwards down three or four steps.

He didn't eat the kibble we had out for him tonight, even though the kennel (we just picked him up this afternoon) said he hadn't had much to eat this morning.

I gave him a can of canned food, and he ate that down. This is kind of how he acted when he was first diagnosed with cancer.

The lump on his neck is even bigger now. It presses up against his jaw joint.

Every time I try to imagine what it will be like taking him to the vet for the last time I start to tear up.