She’s going to pass soon
On the last day of my SA stint, I called my folks to tell them that I got the offer only to be told that my dog has late stage cancer and probably wouldn't make it another two weeks. We're here now and she's doing really bad. It's hard for me to accept how sick she is because she'll seem fine in one minute then not be able to control her bowls and vomit in the next.I'm 21 now but she's been a part of my family since I was 9. I won't ever forget the day that I came home from school and saw the empty crate in our garage only to open the front door and see a puppy looking back at me. The two of us grew up together really. Growing up in my house was tough at times for a bunch of reasons that I'll spare you and having her there was such a source of mental comfort; honestly, since everyone in my house loved her, the family dynamic probably was a lot better than it could have been absent her.I've seen loss before, but I have a tough time processing these things. I'm not really sure why I felt compelled to share this with you monkeys, but it might be nice to hear from those who have been through this before. Regardless, I wish all of you well
Edit: We recently put her down. I want to thank everyone for their thoughts and prayers. It was remarkable to have so much support from you guys. Your stories and lessons helped me through this process a whole lot and I wanted to share how grateful I am.