Aw, fuck.
A few months ago, my mom's dog was diagnosed with cancer. They didn't want to go the chemo route because they didn't want him to suffer, but their vet got him into a clinical trial for some kind of new treatment. And for a while, it looked like he was going to get better.
I got the call from my sister last night. It's getting worse. The tumor's the size of a lemon. The vet says that he's got a week, maybe two, before it starts causing him pain. Rather than let him suffer, they're going to have him put to sleep on Tuesday. They're bringing him down this afternoon so that I can say good-bye.
I spent last night crying, now I'm just trying to distract myself.
I got the call from my sister last night. It's getting worse. The tumor's the size of a lemon. The vet says that he's got a week, maybe two, before it starts causing him pain. Rather than let him suffer, they're going to have him put to sleep on Tuesday. They're bringing him down this afternoon so that I can say good-bye.
I spent last night crying, now I'm just trying to distract myself.