Out of nowhere, my dog Rocky started being weak and clumsy tonite. Hang dog look on his face, couldn't get up on the couch, almost fell off the deck. I was worried, but he was drinking water, but he wouldn't eat, not even a piece of a hamburger. Not normal. Not okay.
I looked him over and saw that his gums were unusually light pink, almost grey. Having had this thing happen with my ex'sdog years ago, knowing it could be bad (that dog had a ruptured tumor and had to be euthanized), I immediately drove with my fiancé 45 minutes to an emergency vet. My worst case scenario nitemare came true. Same deal. Large mass on his spleen that had ruptured and lots of internal bleeding. I made the call. I am in surreal agony right now.
He got me through a divorce, the loss of my father, and many other tough days and periods. I am sorry if this is the wrong place or not ok, but I just wanted to lament my loss into the void. If removal is necessary, so be it. If not, please know I know almost everyone in this subreddit has likely gone thru this tough part of being a pet guardian.
The curse and the blessing of pets - unconditional love that does not last long enough. Everyone hug your pets for me tonite...
I love you Rocky. You were my rock. See you soon...❤💔
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