Our sweet boy has a large mass on his liver and the blood analysis shows that it is cancer.
I called Gavin's mom as soon as I realized something was very wrong with Wall-E. Gavin does not want his dog to suffer, so we will have to make the awful appointment soon. Today. I have slept very little, so afraid I might accidentally bump him and cause pain.
He bit HeWho loves this little guy beyond measure, yesterday when he leaned down to kiss his head. On the nose. HeWho sent a text to me that looked like he was telling me a whale bit his nose. When I left to run my errands he was working in the bathhouse, so I assumed he meant wasp, not whale. I texted back to let him know where the sting pen was for fast relief. He must have startled Wall-E in his drugged state.
I almost hope he will just die peacefully in his sleep. He has eaten very little and drinks a lot of water when I help him get off the pile of afghans he has made a nest of. As much as I want to scoop him up and hold him, I am afraid I will cause him pain, so I just lay my hand close to him so he knows I am there.
In the meantime, there is much to be done before the weekend comes. They will start coming in on Thursday, so my week is not as long as it could be and the grass waits for no one. We are hoping for a late in the day appointment for Wall-E. I will be totally useless after that.