My dog died....
He was my baby....been with me for literally half my life....
He went in to surgery this morning.....it was supposed to be a routine neutering...well, for him, it was going to be a little more complex because they had to go into his abdomen to get the other teste....
The vet predicted he would make a full recovery.....
but then when she opened him up...she found his spleen was riddled with tumors....she didn't think they were cancerous because his blood test gave no indication...but she wanted to remove his spleen, just in case...
My mom gave her the go ahead.....
And then he never woke up....despite the vet's attempts for twenty minutes to revive him...
He wasn't supposed to die...
When he was 7, he had to have back surgery to fix a herniated disk in his spine...the vets all said his chances were less than good.....they didn't expect him to make it....
But he proved them wrong when he walked out of the hospital three days later...
And now....this.....
And I can't find my favorite picture of him....
I'm so depressed...