Things started going downhill 2 weeks ago. The leg was fine but he was lethargic and about 4 days ago he stopped eating.
He lived for food. Would eat until he popped, so something was seriously wrong. Off to the vets where they discovered he had a raging temperature (40.6), bloods normal, and was treated for a suspected infection with antibiotics. No change. Off to a referral clinic (cue the sound of cash registers) for a couple of days/nights observation. Choice of ultrasound or CT scan ($5000). Opted for ultrasound first.
To our unpleasant surprise we were told he had agressive and extensive cancer.
Back to the original vets to have him euthanised.
It’s like losing a family member. He was better than many people I know.
So here’s to my wonderful furry mate of the past 12 years.
Cheers Baxter.
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