The fact that we keep outliving dogs
Our 13 year old buddy Roo is no spring chicken, but he's been taking the age thing like a champion for the most part and still having the daily play and still enjoying the nightly walk and still borking like an idiot at people walking past. i've been really self absorbed and head down bum up working for the last month and a bit and havn't made the time for him, no walks, very little play, and telling him to bugger off when i'm busy and he's hassled me. I finally twigged that he might be trying to tell me something and took him to the vet. initially they were worried about a fairly common larynx issue in older dogs so back he went and they put him under to check it out, but also did some xrays while they were there.
Fucking hell, the old guy has a tumour on his lung.
I've ignored everything for the majority of the last chapter of his existence, and i feel like a proper cunt for it.
Poor old guy tries to play, but runs out of breath. tries to go for a walk, but slows down before we've gotten around the corner. he'd been declining the last year or two but it seemed pretty in line with his age, now its happening too quick to really reconcile it, and i didn't clock on
fuck losing dogs. i can deal with people moving on, for some reason i cant cope with dogs doing it.
