My beloved Saint Bernard, Marley, has a bone tumor.
I can't bring myself to amputate his leg, just so I can keep him around another year. He is also probably too big, to be a three legged dog. In which case I would have to put him down anyways.
Vet gave him a "few weeks".
Ski trip cancelled. Stocking up on his favorite foods.
Ever bought your dog a $30 prime ribeye? That is his dinner tonight.
This fucking sucks.