Today at 2:30, I am taking our dog to the vet. He is 11 years old and we believe he has cancer. Both parents and a litter mate died of cancer. This weekend at the cabin, he slept rather than chased birds. He has lost his appetite and we have felt lumps under his fur. The purpose of this visit is not to put him to sleep but to at least know what is wrong. Hubby has had him since he was 6 months old and I met Bear when he just turned 2. When he goes, Hubby is going to be devastated. Avery loves her “Grumpy old Bear”. This is inevitable when you have older pets but it doesn’t make it any easier.
Here is Bear at the cabin last week –