So I found out today from my mom after she took our Yorkie to the vet that he has cancer and within the next few days will have to be put down. Ive had this dog since the 2nd grade and I've grown up with it. He's been sick lately but we thought it was just old age.
Even trying to write this has made me tear up. I'm a trainwreck now. I don't think I've really cried since my dad moved out the day after I graduated middle school.