I thought I'd be posting a long, happy post about going to Diagon Alley on vacation, instead I'm here crying over my poor dog, Jack. I took him to the vet multiple times for his seemingly smallish issues. I'd been taking him in for years for intermittent vomiting and lately for a bit of a cough. Unfortunately it seems to have been cancer. He had a mass in his abdomen, maybe some in his liver, some in his lungs. It was all one thing, it was all probably cancer. My poor pup. He was the best boy.
We miss you, Jack. Wait for us at the rainbow bridge, we'll get there in a while, give our love to Tucker. We love you. You are a good, good boy.