This damn dog, y'all. Made it 12 years and it was the first dog I raised from puppy-dom. All in all, helluva ride and I'm over the initial shock from the vet call today, so I'm hoping I can ride this out without breaking down...again.
Long story short, we got Abbie from Brazos County Animal Shelter in Spring of 2007 and my then girlfriend, now wife and mother of two kids, and I basically built our lives around the three of us. We had trouble getting pregnant and so we got a second dog to give Abbie some company, but Abbie always knew she was the top of the totem pole. This dog went from being an only child to being surrounded by another dog and two kids all in the span 25 months...so she's definitely run the gamut.
After two weeks of not eating much and being pretty lethargic I decided to take her in to the vet. The lethargy is not unusual since she's 12, but the not eating is what tipped me off something was wrong. Turns out, it's lung cancer (*****Cancer) and our run comes to an end tomorrow at 3pm. Was not expecting that call from the vet, not today...
If y'all would, hug them dogs and think of me and Abbie Friday at 3pm. She'll do fine and seems ready. But it's so sad seeing her on steroids right now and acting like a not-quite-puppy-but-still-younger dog. She's had fajitas and a lunchable (she always gets the leftovers from my kids, but got her own, Oreo and all, today) and tomorrow we'll send her off with a Whataburger in her stomach. Makes me want to eke it out just a little longer, but that wouldn't be fair to her.
I love this dog.





Long story short, we got Abbie from Brazos County Animal Shelter in Spring of 2007 and my then girlfriend, now wife and mother of two kids, and I basically built our lives around the three of us. We had trouble getting pregnant and so we got a second dog to give Abbie some company, but Abbie always knew she was the top of the totem pole. This dog went from being an only child to being surrounded by another dog and two kids all in the span 25 months...so she's definitely run the gamut.
After two weeks of not eating much and being pretty lethargic I decided to take her in to the vet. The lethargy is not unusual since she's 12, but the not eating is what tipped me off something was wrong. Turns out, it's lung cancer (*****Cancer) and our run comes to an end tomorrow at 3pm. Was not expecting that call from the vet, not today...
If y'all would, hug them dogs and think of me and Abbie Friday at 3pm. She'll do fine and seems ready. But it's so sad seeing her on steroids right now and acting like a not-quite-puppy-but-still-younger dog. She's had fajitas and a lunchable (she always gets the leftovers from my kids, but got her own, Oreo and all, today) and tomorrow we'll send her off with a Whataburger in her stomach. Makes me want to eke it out just a little longer, but that wouldn't be fair to her.
I love this dog.




