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I have been through this twice.
With Nikki a 10 year old GSD, it wasn't very obvious. About six weeks earlier, I was in the back yard with her and she rolled on her back and screamed in pain. She got up and was fine. She did it again later. I had my husband bring her to the vet, and they could find nothing wrong. A few weeks later, I even boarded her at the vet, for about ten days, while we were on vacation. She was fine, but she came home with meds for a UTI, because they said there was blood in her urine. The first week back she was fine, then the second week my then 8 year old kept saying that Nikki was shrinking. What she meant was, Nikki was not carrying her head as high as normal. I kept noticed she was laying around more than usual. My husband did not believe me that something was wrong. Then by day 5, my neighbor actually came and knocked on my door to ask me what was wrong with her. Now I knew I sensed something.
I took her to the vets that day, she had gained 5 lbs since she was boarded not even 2 weeks earlier. The vet felt water all in her abdomin. They did the blood work, and ultrasound. She had it in her spleen and lungs. We said good bye to her on that day, the vet had told us we would have to be very aggressive and fast in our decision.
My other GSD, also was 10, we did not have time to determine if it really was cancer, but everything pointed in that direction.
I came home from work, and he was in his kennel, and would not stand up until I actually went to it to talk to him. I just attributed it to getting old. Later I went to bring him in the house, and he collapsed on me, and stayed on the ground long enough for me to bring my the other dog I had in my other hand in the house. I thought he died. I went back out, and was able to get him to his feet, and he had no strength to walk. I actually had to carry him up my stairs and into the house. I brought him in and then he seemed fine. I fed him, and he ate. It was 11:00 at night, so I waited the next morning to call the vets. In the morning, he did not want to go outside. I finally brought him out, and he peed syrupy blood. I checked his gums, they were white. I will never forget that.
The vet said he was bleeding internally, he spleen did not look good. We held on through the day, waiting for the blood work to come back, but we let him go before he bled to death on his own.
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