I am Rick who is retired military and now airline employee. I have a dog named Ginger who 9 years ago "found," me as she was a stray, and a very abused one at that. Once I earned her trust she loved and trusted me "blindly." I could do anything (not bad) with her and she knew I'd never hurt her and seemed to enjoy it. Memorial Day, she woke me crying as if she had to go out. I took her out, but she followed me back inside and kept crying. I then noticed her irregular breathing and "hard belly." I took her to the emergency clinic as I thought I had hurt her the night before when I tripped over the dogs as they "bolted," for the door. The examination revealed a tumor on her spleen. Due to the costs I was going to have my vet remove her spleen the next day. However, that night her pain persisted despite medication so I took her back to the emergency clinic and had the surgery performed. Weds, I got the lab results and it is bad. This type of cancer is very aggressive and fatal. This news is devastating in many ways because of the relationship she and I have. Too look into her eyes and know there is little I can do to save her hits deep. Of all I experienced and saw in the military this always hurts deeply with all my pets. They are all rescued. Funny how an animal can reduce a "big tough guy," to mush. I hope that she forgives me when I have to make that fate decision and that God sees the good I attempted and takes care of her for me.