This is my dog angel...she's...dieing. I think back to when we first got her, i was little then. I'd always play with her and she would tackle me and lick my face. As we grew up, i'd play with her in my back yard, throwing a ball and watching her and my other dog max chase after it. i was doing that just a few days ago...and now she's weak, gotten really skinny, and she can't get up to go to the bathroom so her fur in the back is all matted and nasty. Im going to miss her, and i dont want to see her finally go. A little part of me thinks she's going to be ok, because she's eating and drinking well. But...idk. i know she's going to go soon.
EDIT: just got back from the vet. she's gone. She had a tumor and something else, an infection on the inside that would have caused a slow and painful death. she was having "periods" and bleeding a lot. I'm glad that she wont be suffering anymore but...god it loving hurts.
