We had to put our sweet boy Razor down this afternoon. He had been battling cancer for almost 2 years, but last summer he was diagnosed with DCM on top of the lymphoma. 2weeks ago we rushed him to the ER for tachycardia. He sort of recovered, but was in & out of the ER every couple days as they adjusted his meds. But then, on Sunday, he decided to stop eating. He couldn't even be enticed by steak, pumpkin, jerky...nothing.
We are a bit concerned about the girls, Rowan & Strasse. Rowan seems really depressed. Big Dog was her rock. When we brought her home from SCD, she was afraid of everything. But, Razor was there to protect her. Under his easy confidence, she slowly came out of her shell. And now, even our happy Strasse-girl (another SCD furkid) is a little down. She could really roughhouse with the big dog.
We did enjoy a nice evening snuggling with him by the fire before we took him in. Both girls even took turns snuggling the big dog last night. & I looked into his wonderful soulful eyes & told him I loved him...my first dobe.