I had to help my friend pass on yesterday. I came home at lunch and he was no where to be found. I looked throughout and found him laying up in some bushes panting heavily but would not respond to any of my calls or words. I knew it was terribly wrong. I brought him in the house and laid him down on a blanket under the AC and sat vigil there with my other dog for several hours. Once the vet could get us in I took him up there with my wife and assisted in his departure from this life and ours. Vet said he had a mass on his spleen that had ruptured and filled his abdomen this blood which was fatal. I had raised this dog since he was a puppy and he meant the world to me. We buried him on our ranch on a canyon overlook. I wouldn't think grieving for a dog would be this intense but it is. Anyway just wanted to share.
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