I am going to hate tomorrow. Tomorrow my wife and I get to sit down with our seven year old daughter and tell her the family dog, Daisy, is going to die soon.
Daisy has been our dog for thirteen years. Amy and I got her at the humane society as a puppy when we bought our first house. We have had her for most of our lives together. This weekend she started limping and when I took her in it wasn’t good, aggressive osteosarcoma in her right front leg. We had x-rays (unrelated) from three months ago that were perfectly clean and then today’s. I could see it right away, it is bad.
With no treatment we are looking at maybe two months. With amputation, maybe six, if she survives the surgery. Amy and I are going to keep her as comfortable as possible till we know it is time to do what needs to be done… But I have to tell my little girl her dog, the dog that has slept in her room every night of her life, is dying… Good, I feel sick.