My old hound dog has been going down hill since around September. This morning I woke up and heard him breathing really fast and heavy. I got up and brought him downstairs.
I let him out to use the bathroom and gave him a big bowl of water. He gulped it down. I have him more and he gulped it down. I gave him some food and he didn't touch it.
This is a dog that would eat anything at any time. I think the one time I gave him a hot pepper to see what he would do is the only time I have ever seen him spit anything even remotely resembling food out. Hell, he chewed open a glass jar with a metal lid a few months ago to eat the fish food that was in it.
I knew there was something seriously wrong with him at this point so I called out of work and rushed him to the vet. They did some examination and finally found a mass in his abdomen. He also had fluid in his lungs, which is why he couldn't breathe.
My wife is in Florida with the kids and or boxer, so I have her a call and we discussed the options. With a heavy heart and a lot of tears I had to make the decision to put him to sleep.
I'm going to really miss my buddy. He was a great dog. It's amazing how much they become a part of the family.
Do me a favor today. Give your dogs a big hug and a special treat tonight. I went to bed last night and mine seemed fine, now I sit here with a broken heart. You never know what could happen.