Dog Days

My dad took my dog, Dodger, to the vet last weekend and found he had a tumor. The vet said that nothing could be done and gave Dodger two months tops. I grew up with Dodger. When I was little he'd sleep on my bed every night. In the morning my parents would find Dodger stretched out on the bed while I curled into the last corner he hadn't taken up. I guess what I'm saying is we've got some history.

So I'm dedicating these next two months to my dog. I'm going to take him everywhere, let him in the house whenever he wants, and while I might not let him sleep on the same bed as me (he's got some bladder issues) I'm going to give him the time of his life.

Yesterday I took him and my other dog Kekoa to the park near our house. It wasn't far but we drove anyway, the hills are a little rough for Dodger. We spend the afternoon lounging around the park, the dogs roaming and sniffing things and occasionally returning to me just to touch base. I pulled out a book and eventually Dodger came back and lay next to me. It was an amazing day and while it made me happy, I couldn't help but feel sad every once in a while when I looked at Dodger.

Update: This is now Dodger's last week. The tumor has been growing really fast and he hasn't been feeling very good. He's been getting extra special doggie treats and has complete run of the house. Whatever he wants is his! I'm going to miss him so much but I know he has had a good life.