It's a sad day at our house. Ol' Roscoe hasn't been feeling well for a couple weeks now. Thursday we found out he had a mass the size of tennis ball on his stomach and lungs. Vet told us we could bring him home for the weekend and take him back Monday to be put down.
Roscoe loved to go camping with us so we took him to the lake on Saturday to patrol the campground one last time. He didn't have his normal energy, but I think he had a great time nonetheless. Then last night he took a turn for the worse. I stayed up with him until about 1 a.m. and went to bed thinking he may not make it through the night. He was still with us this morning but the end was inevitable, so we took him to the emergency vet this morning to end his suffering.
I've owned several dogs but Roscoe was by far the best dog I've ever had. It's not going to be the same around here without him. We're all going to miss him greatly.

Roscoe loved to go camping with us so we took him to the lake on Saturday to patrol the campground one last time. He didn't have his normal energy, but I think he had a great time nonetheless. Then last night he took a turn for the worse. I stayed up with him until about 1 a.m. and went to bed thinking he may not make it through the night. He was still with us this morning but the end was inevitable, so we took him to the emergency vet this morning to end his suffering.
I've owned several dogs but Roscoe was by far the best dog I've ever had. It's not going to be the same around here without him. We're all going to miss him greatly.


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