My mom called me last night to tell me that their oldest dog, Mac, has cancer.
We got Mac when I was in 4th grade. He's 15 years old, and has lived a long, spoiled, awesome life, but it doesn't make it any easier. The vet said he's having trouble breathing since the mass is on his lungs. My mom said if he's in pain, she doesn't want him suffering, so they're probably going to take him to be put to sleep next week sometime. I cried and cried and cried. I'm going home tomorrow to say goodbye to him. He's my Mac Attack, I'm so upset.
Their other dog, Bonnie, is upset too. Mom said she's been standing guard of him since they brought him home from the vet. She lays by his side and won't leave him.
This is so, so hard.
Re: Crying my eyes out...
I lost my dog a couple years ago and I think about him from time to time.
I will keep you in my thoughts, I know it's tough having a pet around so long.
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I am so sorry to hear about your dog. You're right...it does not make it easier when they are older and had this wonderful fantastic life.
Big hugs to you and I will keep you in my prayers.
i am so sorry. this is the worst decision to make ...
my mother.in.law sent this to me after i had to put my cat down 2 days before my wedding. i hope you find some solace in it ...
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If it should be....
If it should be that I grow frail and weak,
and pain should keep me from my sleep,
then you must do what must be done,
for we know this last battle can't be won.
You will be sad, I understand,
but don't let grief then stay your hand,
for this day, more than the rest,
your love and friendship must stand the test.
We've had so many happy years,
what is to come can hold no fears.
Would you want me to suffer? So,
when the time comes, please let me go.
Take me where my needs they'll tend,
only stay with me until the end,
and hold me firm and speak to me,
until my eyes no longer see.
It is a kindness that you do to me,
although my tail it's last has waved,
from pain and suffering I have been saved.
Do not grieve, it should be you,
Author unknownwho must decide this thing to do.
We've been so close, we two these years,
Don't let your heart hold any tears.
Thank you for all your support, girls. *hugs*
I made it back to NJ over the weekend to say bye to my Mac. He was just so good. He just laid there and let me pet him all weekend.