I just turned 22 when I got Tucker & he was only 10 weeks old when I brought him home; I could not have asked for a better dog. He was my best friend & there is nothing on this planet that compares to the amount of love a dog can bring into your life.
I had friends over Saturday for the Mayweather/ McGregor fight and he was fine that night from what I remember but he didn't eat anything since that weekend and I started to get concerned Tuesday - Wednesday.
Thursday: I brought him in for blood work which showed elevated levels & then x-rays revealed some significant size masses and tumors in his abdomen.
Friday: He was refereed to a specialist and the ultrasound & biopsy indicated an aggressive stage of a Carcinoma cancer in the liver and spleen that was not treatable with limited to no response to chemo.
Devastating prognosis, but thank God for the clear readings, the advice from both Dr's was to spend the weekend with him and that's exactly what we did.
My Mom and Dad came over and we took him for a walk down town Plainfield. There were times he was himself, but for the most part he had little energy from not eating for a week. He would get up and greet people as they came over and he had moments where he was able to stand on his own & go up and down the stairs fine on his own.
Tucker was such a loyal dog, he was so curious, he often got so close to see what I was doing he would almost be in the way. He was a big part of all my projects, he didn't care if it wasn't perfect, he just liked being included.
Thank you Tucker for joining me on the job-site for 11 years.