My sister's dog, who I've grown up with since he was 6 months old, has cancer. Or a tumor that they think is cancer on his heart. He only has a few months to live at best. At least I get to say goodbye to him before he goes and I'll cherish that. He has always been such a good dog, and he has a funny personality. He's always trying to act tough and be in charge outside and at the dog park, but at home where no one else can see he's the most obedient and loyal friend.
Over spring break I hung out with him and my dog. He was so happy to see me and he had gotten so fat! It was hard to get the news that he wasn't eating or feeling well. The pictures of him showed how skinny he was. It has only been a month and a half since I last saw him in person. I can't wait for this school semester to be over.