When we got Rubu's diagnosis, we knew we only had weeks. He was going through bouts of suffering, but not in real pain, and was "himself". We were able to keep

When we got Rubu's diagnosis, we knew we only had weeks. He was going through bouts of suffering, but not in real pain, and was "himself". We were able to keep him for two weeks, before the attacks were coming too often and he was truly suffering. We could have kept him alive. He would have lived maybe hours, maybe weeks, but sooner or later, the cancer was going to kill him. We could have gone into "treatment"... removed his spleen (which might kill him then and there), followed by intensive chemotherapy. That might have gotten him months, but at the cost of great suffering. We did what was best for him, not for us. If I had my way, he'd be curled up on the couch next to me right now.