Got a call from the ex last wednesday at 4 am. Get over here right now she says. I was there in like 5 minutes. The last of my 4 dogs(over a 17 year period) was lying on the bathroom floor. He was breathing heavy,couldn't stand up and had urinated all over himself. So I just about break my back picking him up,(he weighed 120 pounds) I get him in the car and drive him to a 24 hour animal hospital.The vet does a bunch of tests,xrays,ultra-sounds and blood work. A few hours later she informs us he has an inoperable tumor in his heart. She advises he could last maybe another week. But what kind of week would it be I ask. She says not too pleasant. No shi7 I said. Thats when I made the decision to let him die in peace not in pain. I sighed the papers to have him put down. We said our goodbyes and held him while the vet did the injections. Broke my freakin heart.
ATLAS was one heck of an awesome dog.
Rest in peace boy.
Rubb.
ATLAS was one heck of an awesome dog.
Rest in peace boy.
Rubb.