And I'm not sure what was really wrong with my dog, but he simply seemed to be too old to keep going. he could barely stand on his weak and thing paws, and we had to help him get up if he wanted to walk. He was just literally a ''grandpa''. he had weak and old muscles, and he wouldn't even eat anymore. he seemed only as if he was waiting for death. I think my dog knew he would die very soon. The vet had to come and euthanise him. But my dog seemed happy to die, whitout any fear, as if he knew he would someday see me again.
and yes, both me and my mother are lucky that she survived. because she only had a small chance of recovering, according to the doctors. but she still recovered which is amazing. But I still cannot cheer yet, because there's always a chance the c#ncer comes back
I REALLY hope not.
