Oh Lord, make these dogs well

Two good friends have pups that aren't doing well. One has a 9 y.o. Pembroke Welsh Corgi who has been diagnosed with some kind of cancer that doesn't even respond to chemotherapy. This is her heart dog, that she got as a small puppy with giant ears with her lover of 8 years. They broke up a few years later and she was left with a dog she had planned to coparent... it was very hard. She did agility with this dog and did very well and enjoyed it. Now, within the next year (or maybe very soon, ugh), she'll have to say goodbye to this feisty, too-smart-in-my-book character of a dog.

And other friends' fabulous beagle isn't doing well--well, he's doing better and better, but at least one of the vets is very negative.... He's one of those dogs who is just a tiny person in a fur coat. Not like my Maddy, who is a good-natured silly goose, wonderful companion, but more like--

A friend has a friend who visits with her and her kids. He wears tweed coats, shiny wire-rimmed glasses, and sometimes communicates in slightly-off-the-beaten path ways. Nice guy, just... odd. Likeable, but odd. Zeus is like this.

God, it ain't his time. Let him come back. Let Zeus and Cali have a bit more time with their folks. They're needed down here right now. Thanks.