NOTE: If you are reading for something funny or humorous, leave now.
Well, my dog is dying, it had to happen some day. He has a tumor in his lungs, and it is strongly affecting his breathing. Tomorrow we're taking him to the vets to scan his inside, and then his days will be numbered.
Whether it be days, weeks, or months, we don't know. What I dunno is he'll be gone by the end of the year.
The most shocking thing of it all is that he is EIGHT years old. I feel like he's to young to die. He could have had four more years of life to enjoy. But who am I to question the great force of death?
Max, my dog's name, has been with me ever since I was... seven I think. He's been one of my best friends ever and he was one of the strangest dogs you'd ever meet. He'd be so full of energy every day, jumping on you with full force, barking, running around everywhere, hunting constantly, this was the family's perfect dog.
It's gonna suck hard to not have him, especially since this is my first experience where I'm going to lose a loved one who has been real close to me. I know he's a dog, but to me, he was like a little brother. If he was scared, he'd always run to me. If he thought I was being threatened, he would growl harshly at the offender. If he was being just darn playful, he'd find the nearest ball and start taunting everyone with it.
So yea, I'm not gonna go emo or anything, as a matter of fact I'm taking this a lot better than I thought I would be. Still, my posts are gonna be a bit on the down side possibly.
An old picture, but he pretty much looks the same.
Early RIP Max P. 1999 - 2008
...I can relate, I lost my dog to a tumor a while ago. Just be there for Max and such, I kinda wasn't and it still makes me feel guilty. Give him hugs, special treatment...Just be there for him and such. You can't prepare yourself for the grief and such, but you can do what you can for your dog.
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