Beast

Early this morning, after rushing Beast to the emergency room at St. Vincent's Hospital for Animals, we lost him to cancer. He had multiple tumors on his spleen and two of them began to bleed. We weren't aware he had anything wrong with him until he collapsed from weakness--he'd been frolicking and running about with his usual boisterousness all last week. The vet fought hard to save him, and he fought hard to stay with us. He survived the surgery, but succumbed to weakness and crashed while the vet closed his incision. After a long attempt at CPR, the vet recommended that we let him go, as his EKG suggested he'd already gone.

Beast was only six years old. We had a really great summer--that's what I'm holding onto right now.

I'll write more about this later when I'm able.

Beast, we miss you so much. I love you, my jogging buddy. I hope you and Angel and Nikita and Frey have all been reunited, and that you're having lots of fun playing with your beloved sister and pack mates.