Cyrano

Cyrano is my dog.

Almost 15 years ago I entered a pet smart store and found Cyrano

He has been my best bud for years.

Today I found out that he has a lung tumor that is fairly aggressive, generally not painful, But definitely deadly.

Cyrano and Apollo have been with my ex since I left.

I could not remove the dogs for multiple reasons but I wanted to.

I miss both of them more than I can say but my ex needed their company more than I did.

My ex had told me about six weeks ago someone was expelling blood in someway. I determined it was most likely from his respiratory system.

I found out today it was definitely Cyrano and he has a tumor.

Maybe he has six months.

Since I left my baby will barely look at me, he is very mad at me and doesn’t seem to want to resolve things.

OK he’s a dog… I get it…

I want to bring him to my house and keep him here and I won’t because that would be wrong.,

It would be wrong for my ex and wrong for my dog.

He is 15 years old.

He has been a good dog; a good friend.

I know it’s coming and I will certainly survive it because I am a person who survives things.

But my heart is breaking. It really is.