Sparky :(
My dog Sparky, who I've had since elementary school (somewhere between 3rd-5th grade) came to visit for the weekend here in Charlottesville. My parents are building their retirement home in NC, so they pretty much drive straight through Charlottesville to get there. The original plan was to have the Sparkman stay for the weekend to get accustomed to the cats my roommate has here since my parents are going to Hawaii for a couple of weeks in December. However that won't be happening now.
Wen I was home about a month ago, Sparky had a begnin fat tumor on his side that was a little bit smaller than a tennis ball. Now its about the size almost of a a soccer ball cut in half (and attached to his side) and more are popping up. This morning at 9 am or whatever my dad said we had two options -- we could give him a surgery and cut it out (but odds are another huge tumor would come back in one of the small other ones he has) or put him down. He's not in pain, but its really uncomfy for him. He just went to the vet this week, and he has a slight infection somewhere, arthritis and he's going blind and deaf. So needless to say, this weekend (and maybe next weekend when I go home) will be the last time I see my childhood doggy. He's such a good dog -- besides my family he was the last "constant" i had from my childhood etc. And while I know I didn't stake the best care of him (aka I told my parents I would walk him, feed him, etc.) they were the ones that always did.
But I'm still crushed. And it is so sad, and I cannot stop crying.
Wen I was home about a month ago, Sparky had a begnin fat tumor on his side that was a little bit smaller than a tennis ball. Now its about the size almost of a a soccer ball cut in half (and attached to his side) and more are popping up. This morning at 9 am or whatever my dad said we had two options -- we could give him a surgery and cut it out (but odds are another huge tumor would come back in one of the small other ones he has) or put him down. He's not in pain, but its really uncomfy for him. He just went to the vet this week, and he has a slight infection somewhere, arthritis and he's going blind and deaf. So needless to say, this weekend (and maybe next weekend when I go home) will be the last time I see my childhood doggy. He's such a good dog -- besides my family he was the last "constant" i had from my childhood etc. And while I know I didn't stake the best care of him (aka I told my parents I would walk him, feed him, etc.) they were the ones that always did.
But I'm still crushed. And it is so sad, and I cannot stop crying.