This has been a terrible week. We found out Tuesday that our dog of 15 years has lymphoma and we were told with the medication, he would still probably be gone in a month maybe two. Yesterday, the medication had obviously kicked in and he was happy and cheerful. He played, ran, ate and, drank like normal. This morning, he was sick again. Drooling, vomit and just wanting to stand out side and not come in. While I am hopeful the medicine will still help, I know in my heart his time is very close. I am devastated! My dogs are my children and yes, he is mine and I am slightly biased, but I have NEVER met a sweeter more loving and loyal companion. I have also never known my husband without this dog. He is going to be heartbroken when we have to finally put him down (which I fear may be in the next day or two).
Even as I write this tears are streaming down my face. I am losing a part of myself and I am totally at a loss.
I'm sorry to drop this here, I just have no where else to vent it.
I'm not only worried about losing one of my best friends but my progress in my weight loss. I know and freely admit I am an emotional eater and it is becoming dangerously hard to fight it.
