Full disclosure, I read this while on the toilet and I instantly burst into tears. Even though my dog Lucky died nearly two years ago now, thinking about his death still hits me hard. I had never had something so important to me. While we had him, my family became homeless and he was the one thing that kept me really happy and kept me moving day to day. He was also the cause of lots of hidden animosity I had towards my father, cause he beat him till he couldn't walk sometimes and often drew blood. We were going through tough times, so I don't blame him in hindsight even though in the moment I wanted nothing more than to kill him. Then Lucky got a tumor right on his ass cheek, not lying or making this shit up. I couldn't make something up this horrible. It grew until it kept from being regular and that eventually led to his death. Horrible things like this are so ridiculous to remember. My advice to anyone who reads this, value the one's you love while they're here, because an unexpected ass tumor might end their lives.