This August, my dog Stitch died. He was a 9 year old golden retriever who we had for 6 years. He had cancer, but we didn’t know until a week before he died. That was the day we took him to the vet.
We took him to the vet in late July and found out he had cancer lumps all over his belly. We had seen the bumps before, but never thought much of it. We had to take him because he wasn’t eating, walking, or moving. We knew it was a problem when he stopped eating our almonds out of our hands.
For the following week he was weak, hungry, in pain, thirsty, and obviously sad. On his last day I had to watch him, which I wasn’t down for until my mom came home and told me he was getting his shots that day, that made me sad.
That was the worst day. August
We took him to the vet in late July and found out he had cancer lumps all over his belly. We had seen the bumps before, but never thought much of it. We had to take him because he wasn’t eating, walking, or moving. We knew it was a problem when he stopped eating our almonds out of our hands.
For the following week he was weak, hungry, in pain, thirsty, and obviously sad. On his last day I had to watch him, which I wasn’t down for until my mom came home and told me he was getting his shots that day, that made me sad.
That was the worst day. August