His name was Bandit and he was a 6 year old black Collie-German Shepard.
My mom found him at 6ish this morning and got freaked out that he was breathing heavy. My parents took him to an animal hospital and the X-rays showed that he had a HUGE tumour in his stomach. Blood was draining into his lungs, stuff like that. They put him to sleep sometime this morning, then came home and told us.
I know dogs die everyday. But usually it's stuff like old age, running out of the yard and getting hit by a car ... With this, it was like God took out a map, closed his eyes and stuck his finger on our house and said "I'm going to kill their ... dog! by putting a ... tumor! in his ... stomach!" And it happened. He never showed any signs of being sick, feeble, in pain, having any problems. He ate well, threw up when he ate grass, chased the cats. He was healthy, and still really young.
I think there might be recent pictures of him, but I'm not sure.
Thanks for reading, even if you don't really care.
~Laura
My mom found him at 6ish this morning and got freaked out that he was breathing heavy. My parents took him to an animal hospital and the X-rays showed that he had a HUGE tumour in his stomach. Blood was draining into his lungs, stuff like that. They put him to sleep sometime this morning, then came home and told us.
I know dogs die everyday. But usually it's stuff like old age, running out of the yard and getting hit by a car ... With this, it was like God took out a map, closed his eyes and stuck his finger on our house and said "I'm going to kill their ... dog! by putting a ... tumor! in his ... stomach!" And it happened. He never showed any signs of being sick, feeble, in pain, having any problems. He ate well, threw up when he ate grass, chased the cats. He was healthy, and still really young.
I think there might be recent pictures of him, but I'm not sure.
Thanks for reading, even if you don't really care.
~Laura
