When I came home from work today my couch was covered in blood and Charlie had blood coming out of his bum. He'd had blood on the outside of his poop for the last few days and I thought maybe it was something he'd eaten or he was getting some hemmorhoids so I softened up his food and gave his some rice, but the couch and he was covered in blood, so I rushed him to the vet when I got home from work and he has a rectal tumour, which is almost always malignant.
Dr Carnegy wasn't there, so an Allison Jones looked at him and she's going to operate on him tomorrow, she's going to do a chest xray on him first to make sure it hasn't metastasized. He's lost 10 pounds and I didn't even notice. The surgery is awful, and if the tumour is too big and invasive and the quality of his life will be too awful afterwards she'll just let him go. If it's in his lungs too we'll just let him go.
He is only 10 years old. He seems so healthy, shiny coat, bright eyes, lots of energy, looks like he could lose a few pounds, he loves life. Loves to eat, loves to play, loves to run, completely recovered from his cruciate surgery. We were just in the woods last night running around. And tomorrow he may be dead.
I've had him since he was 3 months old.