ALS Sucks!

Last night, after we came home from seeing 300, we saw 3 different places where our dog barfed. Sorry, but I am still upset. She has been fine lately, she is about 13 years old, a shepard mix. We think she was born during the Northridge Earthquake because we picked her up about 8 weeks later at an Australian Shepherd rescue place but she was a mix of something, perhaps a Sheltie or something.

Any how, we fed her last night before we departed to the movie and went out with her to make sure she pee’d on the grass, since our doggy door is closed due the dumb cats efforts trying to escape.

When we came home we found the 3 big throwup spots on the carpet, and I took her outside, and she threwup again. All evening and all night she was panting, obviously not right.

The next morning I decided to stay home and work from home and take the dog to the vet since my wife is busier than I lately. I took her in and the office was very nice and the vet decided to keep her for three nights, potentially, to make sure she was OK and do some tests. The DR said she look anemic and Lucy felt pain when the DR felt her tummy. So, I left with a $2,200US bill.

My wife called the office to get more details, (she is better at that then I). The DR had called me earlier in the afternoon and suspected cancer in her abdomin and her liver levels were “off the charts”. So, putting her down is the right thing to do.

We miss her already, the noises she makes (made), the annoying things she does (did). My wife was there with Lucy at the end and it was very peaceful and quiet. That picture above was taken at the DR’s office with my cell phone, she was clearly not feeling good…

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