Took him to the vets early yesterday morning as he was not right and had been sick 6-7 times in an hour or so, and wouldn't settle. He hated the place and was always so terrified, so it was harrowing enough anyway. The vet managed to examine him and couldn't see anything immediately wrong with him, but I knew my dog and knew something was wrong, so asked them to sedate him and xray him (the only way to do anything was sedate him) which they did, and also did a did an ultrasound scan after feeling some hardness in his abdomen.
The scan found a lump/tumour so I was given the option to have him opened up to see what it was and hopefully remove it. I was shocked, but hopeful. On opening him, they found his spleen riddled in tumours and they appeared to be going down his blood vessels. His spleen was huge ( about 2-3 times larger than normal) and his gall bladder was also bigger than the vet had ever seen. So the advice was to let him go.
The worst decision my wife and I have ever had to make. We always said we didn't ever want him to suffer at any point in his life but it was so hard as we loved him unconditionally. So we made that horrible decision to let him go.
We have spent the last 36 hours numb, angry, upset, empty and lonely. The house is just not the same without my little bundle of joy.
R.I.P Charlie, I will always love you and hopefully gave you everything I had.
