Rolly-Polly Beans.

About a 3 to 4 years ago I had a dog. She was a German Shepherd, her name was Sian. She was my best friend; there for me no matter what. One day we noticed something on her paw. We took her to the vet and the doctor told us that it was a sist and that it would eventually just go away.

Probably close to a month later, we continued to notice that it was getting bigger. We to her back to the same vet, they informed us that it was a Cancerous tumor. It had to be removed and then she'd be fine. We spent the money on the surgery, again waited a month, I was the one that found the new tumors on her neck.

There wasn't any way that she could have been saved, we had to put her down. I don't think that I was ever the same after that day. I was crushed, it's one of the weirdest feelings when something you saw everyday, just wasn't there anymore.

I have a cat, her name is Beans. My mom bought her from the Humane Society for me, for going back to school. She made everyday better for me, she's the cutest thing ever. About 5 to 6 months ago I started seeing something strange growing on her ear. We took her to the same vet that we had taken Sian to. They said that they thought it was ring worm and to put her on a certain medication that they gave us. First of all they put her on the medication before they even knew what was wrong with her.

It ended up not being ring worm at all, they then decided that there was nothing wrong with her and insisted that it would go away. 3 months went by and it began to progress. At that point we sure as hell weren't going back to that vet. We found a new one and made an appointment. When we went, the place was really nice and so were all of the doctors. The vet that examined her took a skin scraping of her ear. They told us the results would be in in the next couple days.

The vet called the next day and told us that it was a Mast tumor; cancer. When I heard them say that, a my whole body went numb and all I noticed was the tears that were streaming down my face. It was the most horrible thing I had ever felt, since Sian. They did say that it could be treated and that the survival rate was high. It made me so unbelievably angry at the other veterinary facility. It didn't really make sense how any of them could get jobs with being so idiotic, and how it could happen twice.

Beans and I.