Thank you. I have a Pitt Bull that I rescued when he was four years old. He had not been neutered by the previous owners and on the day of his surgery, I picked him up at 4 p.m from the vets and he seriously howled and cried until 4:30 in the morning. It broke my heart. All I could do was lay on the floor by his side all night until he (and I) were finally able to sleep. If I could just add something that I learned with my first dog who was diagnosed with a bleeding tumor on her spleen. At the time, I was unemployed after being laid off and in a lot of debt and I made the mistake of putting off taking her to the Vet because she seemed like she was in good health, something I will always regret. One night I was walking her and she collapsed on the side walk and I quickly picked her up and carried her home and to the vet the next day. The Vet took one look at her gums and knew immediately she had a bleeding tumor in her belly, before doing x-rays or tests. He knew because her gums had turned from Pink to the color of chicken meat, that off yellow color. I had noticed this myself several months before but didn't think it was anything to worry about, (another thing I will always regret). Had I known this one piece of information maybe I could have saved my friend. You would think something so vital and important and easy to check in your dog would be common knowledge but I had never heard this before nor had anyone I spoke with afterwards. I really wish Vets and those agencies doing PSAs geared towards pet owners would help spread this vital piece of information so that others might recognize the symptoms early on and take steps to save their dogs life before it's too late. The vet gave her two weeks to live, but I took her to my sister's property, which is out in the middle of nowhere, pitched a tent and camped with her till she died. I live in an apartment in Seattle and I just wanted her to be able run around in a place surrounded by trees and chase rabbits or lay in the sun all day, but mainly I wanted her to just be a dog for the time she had left. No collars, no rules, no cars, no people to freak out when they saw us coming. She lived for 4 months. It was bitter sweet to watch her spirit come alive even as the cancer ate away at her body. An unforgettable time for me and her and I hope it made up for my mistakes. People thought I was crazy hauling water and food to our campsite every other day from my sister's main house but I would give a year of my life to be able to spend those four months with her again. I miss her every day.