Gus is not doing well. He can't keep down fluids and he's not making urine. His kidneys, we believe, are slowly shutting down.
He's probably not going to make it through this, they say.
He's only seven.
Fuck.
I hope he'll come through it Parce. This is terrible news.Or is Gus your dog with the rents? I forget.. I know Charlie is the Corgie. Ares fucked around with this message on 02-24-2008 at 11:36 PM.
poor little guy.
I hope he pulls though... but if he doesn't, make sure you tell all dogs how he bravely took down Mannoroth.
Seriously, for what it's worth, I hope he gets better.
The vet said last night that they think he may be able to resolve it if he was on IV.
At four o'clock, they said he probably wasn't going to make it.
By ten, they said he probably had cancer.
I'm sorry Sam
They think he may have some hope. We're being cautiously optimistic; stuff could still go wrong, but the problem may not be as severe as we thought.
Damn, no wonder the little guy was in such bad straits... that must have been damn near twice the healthy size of his bladder there, if not more...
Hopefully he'll be better now...
And glad to hear Gus is recovering abit. 
In the span of an hour, his kidneys completely shut down and waste filled his lungs.
In another hour, they put him down. My dad buried him under a eucalyptus tree next to Ajax, our doberman and his best friend, with a milkbone in his paws.
He was a good dog.
Fuck.
--Satan, quoted by John Milton
Loosing pets sucks. When we put down our dog, I cried for months.. I still miss him.
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Structural Rodent Kingity is failing, captain!
I had my dog of 15 years put down last month. They offered a cremation service; so now she's in a nice-looking box with her picture on it and an inscription on a shelf close to where she liked to lay down. It certainly helped me knowing that in a way she was staying with me. Maybe they'll have that kind of service for Gus?
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Roll the dice to see if Mr. Parcelan is getting drunk!
My dad buried him under a eucalyptus tree next to Ajax, our doberman and his best friend, with a milkbone in his paws.
Sorry for your loss, Parce. He died too young.
Faithful Friend
God summononed a beast from the field and He said...
"I endow you with the instincts uncommon to other beasts: faithfulness,
devotion and understanding surpassing those of man himself.
Lest it impair your understanding, you are denied the power of words...
Speak to your master only with your mind and through honest eyes...
So be silent, and be a friend to man...
This shall be your destiny and your immortality." So spake the Lord.
And the dog heard and was content.
Condolences, and RIP Warchief Gus.
