My 12 year old beagle buddy may or may not have a cancerous mass. I feel so b conflicted. Like MacArthur leaving Wainwright to the fate of the Japanese. I fly out tomorrow night for Denmark and leave my beagle buddy with my parents. I feel like Obi-Wan saying I failed you Anakin. I failed you. I searched deep down and feel it would be surgery but not cancer. I just hurt for my beagle buddy.