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Yesterday, I ran into a parked car while trying to park. Yay, my first accident... freaked out and called dad, who told me to leave a note and stuff. So I left the guy a note. I dented his car and scratched it a bit. There's no damage to mine. The guy called me back and thankfully, he was fine about everything and insurance is covering it now. But that was..fun...
But the worst of it is that Shadow has been having some problems. He's an old dog, he's 13, which is old for a lab. So my parents noticed it first, then I found out where the problem was coming from and so I told them that we should call the vet. My dad said he would, but he never did. My mom said she would if dad didn't, but she never did. Then she told me to talk to dad about it, which would be pointless because a. he still wouldn't call and b. I'd get an earful about how Shadow's my dog too and I'm perfectly capable of calling the vet. So I set up an appointment on my own.
We took him in today and they found a small tumor, which was the cause of the bleeding. They didn't know if it was cancerous, so they were going to do some bloodwork and take some x-rays to see if there were anymore. We left him there and I went to pick up my paycheck (which I was supposed to do yesterday, but that's another long and involved story about Cuddy-on-Crack, my boss, and me getting out of work House style), and then my dad went back to pick up Shadow and look at the x-rays and stuff. Basically, they said that if everything checked out, they'd biospy the tumor and then if it's cancerous, then they'd remove it. But the thing is, he's so old anyway...I honestly don't know what good it would do him.
So I guess that whole decision was sort of made for us. The x-rays show that Shadow has cancer in his lungs and he probably doesn't have long to live. I mean, there's a possibility he'll live longer than they expect, but, I know I shouldn't get my hopes up about it. He's had a good long life with a family that loves him very much. I guess it's time to get ready to let him go. I don't want him to suffer, he doesn't deserve that.
But the worst of it is that Shadow has been having some problems. He's an old dog, he's 13, which is old for a lab. So my parents noticed it first, then I found out where the problem was coming from and so I told them that we should call the vet. My dad said he would, but he never did. My mom said she would if dad didn't, but she never did. Then she told me to talk to dad about it, which would be pointless because a. he still wouldn't call and b. I'd get an earful about how Shadow's my dog too and I'm perfectly capable of calling the vet. So I set up an appointment on my own.
We took him in today and they found a small tumor, which was the cause of the bleeding. They didn't know if it was cancerous, so they were going to do some bloodwork and take some x-rays to see if there were anymore. We left him there and I went to pick up my paycheck (which I was supposed to do yesterday, but that's another long and involved story about Cuddy-on-Crack, my boss, and me getting out of work House style), and then my dad went back to pick up Shadow and look at the x-rays and stuff. Basically, they said that if everything checked out, they'd biospy the tumor and then if it's cancerous, then they'd remove it. But the thing is, he's so old anyway...I honestly don't know what good it would do him.
So I guess that whole decision was sort of made for us. The x-rays show that Shadow has cancer in his lungs and he probably doesn't have long to live. I mean, there's a possibility he'll live longer than they expect, but, I know I shouldn't get my hopes up about it. He's had a good long life with a family that loves him very much. I guess it's time to get ready to let him go. I don't want him to suffer, he doesn't deserve that.