Jul 11, 2009 7:15 AM GMT
I have an 11 year old miniature dachshund. Two weeks ago he started acting very lethargic-- this is a studly little dog that has hiked many miles with me on the Appalachian Trail and many other places-- well, he has been tired. And he was just diagnosed with aggressive lymphoma and I have to put him to sleep on Monday. He's gone from 12 pounds to 8 pounds in just a couple weeks and now he can't even stand up. As I write this, he's curled up asleep around my leg. Benjamin is so sweet and so many people love him. I have been crying for a couple days now, and at this point I'm just looking for words of wisdom. Uggh. Just venting. I love this dog so much. I adopted him from a rescue-- he was found in a shed 9 years ago where he was abandoned and locked there to die by the woman who had moved out of her house. He has scars on his ears from where the flies were eating him. 9 years... every night... this dog has slept pressed up against me. Monday is the day. I have never cried about anything so hard in my life.