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Yeah... last night was so messed up. We get home and unpacked and start playing Fallout 3 and Whitey goes into nerdgasm because of it (It was hilarious; let me tell you), and then my mom found timber lying in the stairwell curled in a ball, barely breathing/blinking and blood was on the door. So, after an hour or so of helping him move from the door to the back door so he could drink, we managed to get him into the car and Mom/Sue got him to an emergency vet.
Apparently his spleen had ruptured or burst or a tumor had burst. They could have tried to save him; but it would have meant watching him suffer the entire time until something happened, so they made the decision to just end the pain and misery... As much as it sucks, I have to say I think it was the right thing to do..
It's just one of those things.. and waking up this morning was so weird, not seeing that huge black ball of fur.. I just hope Timber found my Dad up there, wherever they may be...
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