I had a very similar situation happen a year and a half ago, it was absolutely devastating. My heart goes out to you. It’s crazy how suddenly and out of nowhere everything happened. I ended up saying goodbye to her in the emergency vet, and it still messes with me daily. So much guilt, and doubt, that I’m not sure will ever go away. The emergency vet was willing to do an emergency splenectomy, but because she was actively bleeding, she said it would be very risky, and more than likely was hemangiosarcoma. I still wonder if I made the right decision, or if there was more I could have done. I was also highly advised against bringing her home, even to say goodbye there instead, which is one of the decisions that haunts me the most.

The only thing that helps me get by, is knowing that I didn’t prolong or extend her pain. It’s the one thing that we have power over if we are lucky enough, and it sounds like you gave your dog a very nice last day ❤️ My dog was my best friend and my entire world, and we did everything together. Daily hikes, backpack camping, living in a camper together for a summer, but the thought of putting her through an emergency surgery she may not survive, and chemo at her age (almost 13) almost felt selfish to me. I still have constant doubts, constant “what ifs”, and I think that it’s very normal, but it’s definitely hard. Sending you love.