My pup of 9 years suddenly stopped eating and drinking and I rushed him to the vet to find out he had two large tumors and they wanted me to make the decision on the spot. My husband was at sea and I asked if there was any way we could help the dog get through so The Bear could be there to say goodbye. Our vet put Haplo on steroids and pain killers and he came home a new pup, but I knew it was temporary. Me and the kids had to prepare to say goodbye and it was so hard. Adam got home and we took Haplo in. I still feel like I gave up on my dog. That I did something terrible and that I should have takes the 1% chance they gave me with a $10,000 price tag for him to live who knew how long. That is how they put it, so I know they really didn't want him to suffer. I still feel so guilty. He was my companion and emotional support, especially when The Bear went to sea. I haven't been able to find a new support dog yet.

Pups are just amazing. My cat is ok, but he's also an asshole.