It has been a super bad day... Mick was PTS this afternoon, he had a aggressive-growing tumor on his front left leg. We had decided to go ahead with removing the leg, but when Mick was under, the surgeon discovered another larger mass in his chest. The surgeon said he could remove the leg but he doubted if Mick would live another two months. The decision was made to let him go. This sucks. Trying not to cry at work sucks. I miss my Little Boy, with his constantly wagging tail and his omigod-it's-a-treat/lunch/dinner dance. He loved to be brushed, loved to snuggle, loved to go for walks. The only thing he hated was car rides and that was the last thing I did to him. His brother Murphy keeps searching the yard... Goodbye, Michaleen.