On November 18, we had to put down our 8 year old chocolate lab, Hershey. In 2014, we had to put down our 10 year old dog, Morgan. It's like losing a child. We had each dog since they were puppies and losing them was not easy either time.
Hershey's passing was incredibly unexpected. A few weeks ago, we noticed a growth on his leg and the vet said it wasn't anything to be super concerned with. We had him on an antibiotic regime for two weeks and thought it would be fine. It wasn't though. In that time, the growth got bigger and turned rock hard. It didn't bother the dog when it was soft and squishy but when it began to harden up, it clearly started to bother him.
My husband took the dog back to the vet last Tuesday and they said it was definitely cancer and that, at best, Hershey had 3-4 months to live. We thought we would at least have him through the holidays. Unfortunately that didn't happen. He deteriorated so fast. He stopped eating well, he was having trouble getting up the back stairs (the only way in and out of the house), he was biting the spot so often we had to put a cone on him and he wouldn't take a treat even though that was always his favorite thing. With heavy hearts, we had to make the decision to do the right thing for him and help him go peacefully.
I've had to do that before and it sucks no matter when or how you have to do it. I've known my husband for 19 years and I can count on one hand (with fingers left) how many times I have seen that man cry. It was so, so hard for us to say goodbye to our beloved companion.
Today was really hard when I woke up and realized there wasn't a dog to actually take outside. It was hard coming home from school and realizing that Hershey wasn't going to be here to greet me when I came in the door.
My heart is heavy and sad and this will surely take some of the happy out of our holidays this year.