Lost a dog to lymphoma. The whole week prior he was mostly not eating, his back legs were swollen up, and he was having even more trouble standing up and walking. Saturday I woke up and found him under the guest bed laying in a puddle of blood, I cleaned everything up while my wife called vets and then researched an at-home euthanasia. He was 9, a pitlab mix. I figured the mix in him would make him healthy, but he died so young. I lost my last one to a bowel obstruction in 2020, he was 11 or 12. The next one’s 11 right now, but going strong. Watch the universe take him 2028, that’d be every 4 years right now…
Anyway, back to work tomorrow, so hey… the wheel keeps on turnin’.
We usually keep a 3-dog pack at home, two small dogs (25-35 lbs) and one medium dog (65 lbs). The big boy with the bassy bark to deter break-ins and scare away harassers for my wife when she’s walking them, and the two smaller owns so we can manage a pack that everyone has friends in.
Our youngest is such a bundle of love and joy… I think we’ll get 10 more years out of him, at least. He’s four. We got him after the one that died from the bowel obstruction.
It’s rough, but in a few months my wife will probably want to get another medium sized boy, and she’ll check the pounds. I think it took us 3 months to replace the first one.