A week ago Banjo suddenly got super lethargic and didn’t want to swim. Took him to ER on Tuesday and found he had advanced tumors on his spleen and liver and it was inoperable. Took him to the beach on Thursday and he chased one ball into the water.

He woke me up at 2am last night to go pee, so we had one last naked walk outside together…he hadn’t woken me up in a couple of months. This morning, his front legs wouldn’t hold him up. So we said good-bye about an hour ago.

He gave me one last goofy look before the vet arrived. God I feel an emptiness right now.