Just wanting to let you guys know what Scooby lost his fight with cancer this weekend. It was heart breaking, but I made the decision to put him down. The vet came to my home and put him to sleep, and then I drove out to my bf's farm and buried him; I figured this was the place where he was the happiest, with hundreds of acres to run free and a herd of cattle to chase.
It was scary how fast he went downhill... He went from being himself on Wednesday, to not being able to walk on Saturday, no appetite, nothing.
I'm glad he's not in pain anymore, but I miss that guy like hell... He was an amazing dog, an amazing friend, a wonderful big brother too. Tore me up to let him go, but it was for the best. Honestly, I can't believe he's gone. Every time I come home from class I expect him to be up on the couch,wagging his nub, waiting to greet me. Or waking me up every morning to remember to feed him breakfast... It's been the good memories that have kept me going during this rough week.
I hope his spirit lives on!
