In Oct. 2005, Roscoe was diagnosed with a possible Osteosarcoma in the hip by his vet. He told us we could take him to Ohio State University and get a definite answer and try and help him. That was on a Thursday and by Tuesday we were in up there. His Doctor Alvarez. Over the next 2 months this man did everything he could to find an answer to the tumor. He didn't know what it was. It was something they didn't know. It had round cells but wasn't a lymphoma and it acted like a sarcoma. On Thanksgiving day Dr. Alvarez had no choice put to treat the tumor blindly or Roscoe wasn't going to make it. It had already spread so fast. Roscoe did wonderful up until about Dec.16 The tumor had grown and hit his nerves in the leg. It hadn't spread but it grew. The chemo drug we were on wasn't shrinking the tumor. We changed it up. Roscoe was doing great. Everyday he got better and better. On Christmas Eve, he was greeting my dad at the door, going for walks and being his stubborn self, jumping up, and walking around. I had hope that it was work. Then on Christmas day he hit rock bottom. He wouldn't eat, drink, move. We called the our local vet because he was anemic a little bit. She said the needed to get some blood tomorrow. On Monday we took him up to our vet and Dr. Puskarich did a blood test. He said his cells were almost non-existant. He had a few hundred red and white blood cells. On Tuesday the white blood cells were over 20,000. He said the tumor looks like it had grown down into the leg further. The Chemo was killing Roscoe. He gave us some meds to try and bring up the blood cells.That night Roscoe was peeing and laying it. Tuesday he continued to get worse so we knew it was time. Our little buddy fought this as long as he could, but now he needed to go. At about 2pm on the 27th we took him to Dr. Puskarich to let him go. He put an IV in him to make him sleepy and gave us 10 minutes to say good-bye. I stayed with Roscoe and held him as he left us. He went to heaven where his Buddies Tubby, Tucker,Pete, ad our first beloved lab Brandy would take care of hime. Yesterday killed all of us. We fought and tried so hard to make him better. No amount of money would have ever stopped us if it would have saved him. Now Roscoe is happy. He can go on walks and swim in the pool all day without hurting. We love him and miss him so much. I wish we could have done more, but what we did was right.