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You're welcome!
I'm glad I could help with some information.
I can imagine how difficult your situation must've been.
Living with Waldo and his cancer was bittersweet. Every day I wondered if that day was his time to leave me, and every day I hoped it wasn't. I made sure to spoil him all I could with love, attention, fun, happiness.... It was important for me to celebrate his life despite having his inevitable death looming over my head.
We eventually made the decision to euthanize Waldo. His last ultrasound confirmed all our worst fears. He was already dying inside. On our way up to the door of the Vet Clinic, another dog was on its way out. Waldo and this dog stopped to greet each other. Waldo's butt wiggled like a classic Springer's would. He adored other dogs. After the other dog passed, Waldo happily trotted up to the door. It was heartbreaking, but at the same time, it was nice for him to have had that happy moment.
I know the decision was for the best. He probably would have lived another week or two, tops, and his death then would have been miserable.
It's always hard when they leave us. But knowing we did all we could for them while with us, and made every decision with their best interests in mind, is sometimes helpful.
Now I've rambled...
I just haven't found anyone else who has had an experience with the same thing, and it's bringing back a lot of memories..
So thanks for listening to my side.
Take care. I hope your tears are soon replaced by smiles.
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