Last night we brought my dog Chip into the emergency vet at 10 PM & We were there until 1:30 AM. The doctor says she is confident that he has a very large mass in his bladder and it is inoperable. We left him with them overnight so he could hopefully get some rest while on pain meds. We're picking him up today around 4 and we are having someone come to the house to put him down in a place he's comfortable in.
He's 13 years old. We got him when I was 8, and now I'm 21. I knew this was coming but damn does it still hurt like hell. I practically grew up with that dog and he is such a sweetheart and so full of love. I'm going to miss the smell of dog that he practically infused into the carpet from rolling around on it so much, and the way he rushes the door when you come home, and the heavy panting and the way he barks at you if you don't wake up fast enough to let him out. At least he had the decency to wait until my brother and I were home from college. I don't know if I could handle it if he died while I was 600-something miles away.
