He was an eleven year old Labbie. It was pretty sudden. He hadn't been acting himself - off his food and wouldn't come out of his crate for a couple days - so we took him in to the vet. Test results were inconclusive, but he was dehydrated so they kept him overnight. Today they called and said they had aspirated blood from his abdomen. We went into the clinic while they did an exploratory; his liver was loaded with cancer, so we had to let him go. There was no way to know and nothing to be done if we had. We have had many dogs, and known many more, but he had the gentlest soul of any I have ever known. In his entire life, he never barked, snapped, or growled at, or disliked anyone or any other creature... ever. Since I am disabled, he was more than just my buddy - he was my therapy dog and constant companion as well. The house is so empty tonight. I just don't know if I am up to raising & taking care of another one, and we miss him so terribly. Neither of us can stop crying. He was so healthy and active up until just a couple days ago we thought he would be with us for a few more years anyway. We talked about a project to remember him, but we don't need anything to remember him; I think it would just remind us of the sadness. We tried to work on another project to get busy and not think about it, but we just can't yet; the house, while so empty, is still so full of him as well.
If you have a pet, please hug them and pet them and scratch them and play with them extra for us and for Boomer.
Doc