We had to let him go.

We had to let him go.  He was so tired.  He declined so rapidly.  The vet said that anything the diagnostics turned up would not be easy to treat, and given his condition it was not very likely that his quality of life would improve.  We were looking at the cancer having spread or possibly some organ failure.

He fought so hard after that surgery. He tried.  We all tried.  But it just wasn't enough.

I am so proud of him and thankful that I got a couple of good weeks in with him before this happened.  He was the most bizarre dog, both in looks and personality.  He had the best tail ever.  I loved all of his little tufty places, and I loved it when we played and he'd bark and growl like he was killing me.  He was short and quirky and feisty, just like his mama.  🙂

I don't even know what else to say.  We haven't been to sleep yet.  I'm really tired and really sad, but I'm grateful that he is not in pain anymore.  We stayed with him when they gave him the shots and petted him until he was gone.  He's now resting in peace next to his old buddy, Lowrider.