We lost him today. He had a mass the size of my fist next to his liver that was causing all sorts of digestive issues. Because it was behind his ribcage, we had no idea aside from how quickly he seemed to lose his muscle mass. I thought 'oh it's because he's an old dog'... but no. We knew the end was coming, but I thought he might have made it to the summer, maybe had another year... if it wasn't for the cancer, he probably would have.
This was so hard. I feel like someone punched a hole in me. He was my big strong dummy.
I love you Rocko. I'm going to miss you so much. You were the best boy.