Whitey knew before I did that I was sick.  He used to come up to me
and sniff me all over, it was a constant daily thing.  Once I was
diagnosed he stopped sniffing me all over and concentrated on my
left breast. I was due to go for a mammogram the following week and
sure enough they found a cyst.
Once again he stopped sniffing me.
If he comes near me now I tell him to leave me alone.
I have since heard that they use dogs to sniff out disease in people.  I
am a believer.

I feel like I should rename him "Underfoot" because that is where he
is with every step I take.  If i am sitting down he lays across my feet.  
Nice and warm though so I don't complain.
Myositis
"Whitey's Story"
and best friend