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Tiger had a really bad night last night. And I was telling DH maybe it's time to take him to the vet and do what we must; put him down.
DH said no, no, let's wait and see. Things did get better.
But I can see that Tiger is getting worse. He barely walks now. He eats fine, and does all the other normal functions. He's hanging in there, but I can tell he doesn't have long.
Cancer sucks so much. Tiger will be the third dog we'll have lost to cancer.
I really really did not want to have to think about this, or face it this week. My birthday is in two days, then I'm supposed to head off to RT. My life these days is on a teeter totter. I don't know what will happen from one day to the next. That's how it is when you have a very ill member of your family.
Tiger IS a family member.
I keep hoping and praying Tiger will hang in there for another week at least, but if the time comes when we have to make that sad, sad trip to the vet to give our little buddy the peace he'll need, then I'll just have to do it.
This is the sucky part of owning a pet. They're part of your family, and sayiing goodbye is so heartbreaking.