Guys. This is going on right now.
I think my dog is passing away, and no, there is nothing I can do but watch. My parents utterly refuse to take him to the vet or let me comfort him as he goes, they're not even going to cremate or put him a pet cemetery if he does go.
My life. It sucks. Hardcore.
My mother's dog is only going to last so much longer. It's about ten years old, and lost its last tooth a couple years ago. It runs everywhere on three legs, because one knee doesn't really work. He's the pathetically adorable thing in the world, but I just feel terrible every time I see him. She doesn't take him to the vet or anything, because, well, there's nothing to be done for him. He's an old dog, and eventually, they pass away.
Same thing happened with a dog my dad had. Loved that dog, I grew up with it, but nobody ever loved a dog as much as he did that one. But she ate everything in the world, and either got stomach cancer or just lacerated too much. He even tried to take her to the vet, maybe to put her down because she couldn't eat anymore. She wouldn't go, and he couldn't make her. He didn't talk much about it at the time, but he broke down over it a few months later.
Dogs. They're as close as family, but they just don't last very long. Just long enough to grow up with. No wonder there's so many crappy award-winning books about a kid's dog dying.