Saturday we had to have Doug put to sleep. He’s had a tumor on his right arm for months and when we got back from Arizona it looked worse than ever. Joe ended up taking him to the vet since I had to work and they confirmed it was cancerous. We gave him meds but it kept getting bigger and to the point where it was close to the bone becoming exposed. I can’t imagine he was comfortable. When I checked on him Friday it looked horrendous and I knew it was better to call the vet first thing in the morning than risk having to wait another week because we’d both be busy with work.
Now we only have Milo left. I feel terrible that I haven’t been giving him the attention he deserves because the puppy monopolizes so much of my time.