He was a rescue I got 2 years ago. Found out he had lymphoma cancer about 8 months ago. He was unable to use his back legs and couldn’t move. They started him on chemo and it seemed to help. He was energetic and could run and move. He never seemed to be himself when the chemo started but he was able to eat , drink and play. Yesterday I saw he was struggling to breathe and his belly was swollen. I took him to an emergency vet and they called me this morning that he got worst overnight. He couldn’t breathe on his own and was in severe pain. They put him to sleep early this afternoon while I held him in my arms. Feeling him die in my arms was so painful. I buried him in a Forrest he loved talking walks through.
It breaks my heart into a thousand pieces not having him anymore.
Very sad & tough for you,
So very similar to my beloved rescue dog, he went in my arms 3yrs ago.
I had the good fortune of spending 4yrs
With him & he went everywhere with me I could possibly take him.
He blessed my world & life - miss him every goddamn day.
