Hunther, my pal, my buddy, passed away March 19th due to complications from hemangiosarcoma (yep, it got another good dog). He showed not the slightest sign of having anything wrong with him prior to this. He had a good old time beating up on the helper out at my club on Sunday, was fine all day Monday, then when I called him to go to bed, he stood up and fell on his side, and couldn't get up. He spent the night at the emergency vet hospital, until a specialist could see him.
We got up Monday morning to go see him, and I got hit with a ton of bricks when I realized that I only had to set out three food dishes, not four.
He rallied a bit Tuesday morning, but then took a turn for the worse. He started to bleed internally before they could prep him for surgery.
Nine years old, to the day...March 19th was his birthday. D-mn.
Just...d-mn.
We got up Monday morning to go see him, and I got hit with a ton of bricks when I realized that I only had to set out three food dishes, not four.
He rallied a bit Tuesday morning, but then took a turn for the worse. He started to bleed internally before they could prep him for surgery.
Nine years old, to the day...March 19th was his birthday. D-mn.
Just...d-mn.