When we took Morgan to the vet, David knew it was time to make a sad but necessary decision. We had noticed a change in Morgan over the past few months but mainly chalked it up to her age. David admits to a little denial on his part as well, since after all, Morgan was his #1 (he literally told me this early on that the best I could be would be #2). She became more sluggish and was no longer quick to play or run to the door to greet guests. She panted at times, even during rest. We had to start taking her out front to go to the bathroom since the backyard's stairs were difficult for her. Things then declined quickly this past week, as she began vomiting and peeing in the house a LOT. We knew something was up.
The vet did a brief examination and told us that all of her peripheral lymph nodes were swollen, and they weren't just a little swollen. They were huge. Malignant lymphoma had spread.
It was so hard to say goodbye as her sweet, naïve eyes were just looking up at us in that vet office. Morgan was around for all of the firsts of David and I. I haven't known David without Morgan up until today. She made it through a couple housing moves and an adventurous toddler who considered her his personal vehicle and pillow.
We, especially David, gave her the best life! I'm not sure of many other dogs that receive the amount of love and attention that Morgan received. She will be missed!
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