Arlo's been feeling unwell. At twelve, he's now become an old man of a dog, but he's been manifesting more than the normal creaks and aches of his age. Today Bruce took him to the vet and we've learned that he has cancer. It's a large mass in his abdomen and, at his age, surgery/chemotherapy is out. He'll be on Prednisone to keep him comfortable and we'll put him to sleep when that's no longer possible.
Arlo's such a good, gentle boy. It seems like only yesterday that he and his sister seal were tiny black puppies. They grew into two of the most energetic young dogs we've ever had -- they would chase balls and sticks with an almost fanatic joy. Seal still has some spunk, but Arlo's happiest when lying on his dog bed. Now we know why. Loving all these animals has its obvious drawbacks, but I wouldn't have it any other way. Just look at that beautiful face. :)
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