Dammit.

So my dog, Harley, is dying. He has cancer in his right hind leg, and its growing fast.

Harley has been with my family and I since I was 16. Its easy to say its been a good, long life, especially for a big dog like him, but still, I'm getting torn up by this.

Our last dog, Ralph, just dropped dead one night. For the week before he died, he just stayed close to my father and I (my mom was on a trip that week), and then one night, just had a little seizure and that was it.

But Harley... he doesn't know. He's just in pain, and will see everyone around him just be upset whenever they see him until he dies. He has no idea, and that's what's breaking my heart. With a person, I'd get to spend time with them, and talk to them, and we'd all come to terms together, but with Harley, I just get to watch him die over the next few weeks. He's been such a good dog.