My dog, Roly, was a big part in our family. (Even though I tortured him while I was 5 XD) Last year, he was fine. This year, hes had some problems. But last night, was a horrible night. At 23:30(11:30pm) he had this horrible cough, we were watching this before, but it got worse. We took him to the EPH at 00:00 (12am), they took Xrays showing that his trancia (or however you spell it) collapsed causing him to be unable to breathe. My mom and sister left to pick me up at my house, by that time, Roly was in Oxygen. It broke my heart to see him in a box, breathing hard with a tank of oxygen, trying to get a gasp of air. We got on the phone with my dad (hes deployed) to discuss our options. Either, get him to a very risky surgery, or to put him down. We asked what the doctor though, he said, "He is suffering, I got this job to help animals, but I cant save them all." We decided to end his misery by putting him down. I left for the injection of the medicine, but my mom said: "We did a little of the injection to calm him down, he stopped coughing, and closed his eyes and went to sleep. Then the full injection was made." Roly died at 04:46 am Pacific Time. RIP Roly Br%$&t 2007-2017
