Prancer
Not sure how to write this without sobbing, so going to make it fairly short. Will let Alan comment with additional details if he'd like, but I just can't think of it for more than a few seconds at a time without breaking down.
Prancer's been going downhill for awhile now, and brought him in to the vet on Sunday. She suspected she felt a mass in his abdomen, so she ran x-rays. Turns out, not so much a mass in his abdomen, as tumours all through his abdomen and chest cavity. His lungs are 80% plus compromised, and the vet gave him two weeks or so, if we let things continue as is.
He's on fairly extensive painkillers and an appetite stimulant (for those of you who know Prancer, you know how bad a sign his not wanting to eat anything is), and the vet's coming out tomorrow at 2 to end his suffering. His vet took on her hospital manager and the hospital owner/chief vet to get them to let her do a home euthanasia on her day off, since getting him into and out of the car causes him trouble and he's most comfortable here.
14 years is a ridiculously good run for a Doberman, yet entirely too short for a Prancer.
Prancer's been going downhill for awhile now, and brought him in to the vet on Sunday. She suspected she felt a mass in his abdomen, so she ran x-rays. Turns out, not so much a mass in his abdomen, as tumours all through his abdomen and chest cavity. His lungs are 80% plus compromised, and the vet gave him two weeks or so, if we let things continue as is.
He's on fairly extensive painkillers and an appetite stimulant (for those of you who know Prancer, you know how bad a sign his not wanting to eat anything is), and the vet's coming out tomorrow at 2 to end his suffering. His vet took on her hospital manager and the hospital owner/chief vet to get them to let her do a home euthanasia on her day off, since getting him into and out of the car causes him trouble and he's most comfortable here.
14 years is a ridiculously good run for a Doberman, yet entirely too short for a Prancer.