It hadn't really hit me until yesterday how sick my puppy was, sure he's five but he's still my puppy. He hasn't been eating and throwing up since last week...I thought there was some medicine that would make it all better. Hunter still had his lively doe eyes he still acted exited as I walked into a room...I knew, or thought, it couldn't be anything really serious. We took him to an animal hospital in Boston and my mom started to cry and said I couldn't go in to say good bye and how she didn't know how she could tell the kids. And then it hit me...my dog, my puppy could be in serious trouble. My dog had a stomach tumor and he's going into surgery monday. The dog I wrestled with, the dog i ran with, the dog who I wanted for 10 years before I got him was going on a surgery table. I know most cancers grow back. I know the prognocis(sp?) is not good. But I will pray to God that he's okay. I chose to immune myself to the pain for a week of the possibility that he could be sick and dying while my mom got upset. I chose to go on believing there was nothing really wrong and that everything would be alright. But I can't do that anymore. All I can do is pray and hope he will be and that he knows how much I love him. That he knows he'll always be with me. I remember debating with my religion teacher, catholic school, that animals have souls. That I see something deeper in my dog's, and other animals, eyes when I see them. I just have to believe there's something more than just skin, teeth, and fur. Otherwise, I couldn't bear the fact that I'll probably lose my puppy before he turns six. - ~*Rachael*~