1-6 weeks
That's how much longer the vet said Bailey has to live.
I took him to the emergency vet on Saturday, thinking he was just having some sort of stomach virus. I would've never expected this as a result. Not in a million years. They said he had fluid in his abdomen. It is enlarged now, and when you touch it you can feel and hear it. They told me my baby probably has cancer. Today we had the ultrasound and discovered that it is eating the insides of him. It has even spread to his lungs, causing shortness of breath.
Bailey came into my life about a year and a half ago. Perfect timing too. I got him the day before the Feast of St. Francis. He was there for me during the tragedy. All day he sat beside me, comforting me. In the weeks to come he kept a watchful eye over me. He'd lay over top of me when I was up the whole night crying and shivering. This dog was really in tune with my emotions. When I was at my worst, he'd even react, with some sort of digestive discomfort. Yet he'd still be very attentive to me. Even now, I get the feeling that he is more concerned for me than he is for himself.
I can't believe that he is being taken away from me. Just like that. I JUST GOT HIM! I need him. I need him for the anniversary. I need him to be with me in this new journey. How the fuck am I supposed to move to Buffalo all by myself?
This sucks so fucking much. I want to throw up ever few minutes. I can't stop crying. He's my baby. He's only 5 years old. He came into my life outta nowhere, and just like that he is being taken away.
I know some might think he is just a dog. But Bailey is special. I finally found a home when I had him. He's been my only family that I can really connect with. Even now my parents are being...well, "themselves" about this whole thing.
I'm just so afraid to think of what life will be without him.
I took him to the emergency vet on Saturday, thinking he was just having some sort of stomach virus. I would've never expected this as a result. Not in a million years. They said he had fluid in his abdomen. It is enlarged now, and when you touch it you can feel and hear it. They told me my baby probably has cancer. Today we had the ultrasound and discovered that it is eating the insides of him. It has even spread to his lungs, causing shortness of breath.
Bailey came into my life about a year and a half ago. Perfect timing too. I got him the day before the Feast of St. Francis. He was there for me during the tragedy. All day he sat beside me, comforting me. In the weeks to come he kept a watchful eye over me. He'd lay over top of me when I was up the whole night crying and shivering. This dog was really in tune with my emotions. When I was at my worst, he'd even react, with some sort of digestive discomfort. Yet he'd still be very attentive to me. Even now, I get the feeling that he is more concerned for me than he is for himself.
I can't believe that he is being taken away from me. Just like that. I JUST GOT HIM! I need him. I need him for the anniversary. I need him to be with me in this new journey. How the fuck am I supposed to move to Buffalo all by myself?
This sucks so fucking much. I want to throw up ever few minutes. I can't stop crying. He's my baby. He's only 5 years old. He came into my life outta nowhere, and just like that he is being taken away.
I know some might think he is just a dog. But Bailey is special. I finally found a home when I had him. He's been my only family that I can really connect with. Even now my parents are being...well, "themselves" about this whole thing.
I'm just so afraid to think of what life will be without him.