OK. He's OK. Everything has come back fine so far, but my husband was the one who brought him in so I didn't get to talk to the vet. The reason my husband had to bring him in is because I had to go for a surgery which I waited ten years to get, because I have witnessed the ill effects of medical interventions hundreds of times in my career. My husband said the vet said to raise his food up a few inches and wet it before he eats it, but that he looks like a normal dog his age. His teeth had apparently been cleaned rather recently, as he didn't need a cleaning. She said his weight is on the low side of healthy but it's probably good for him to be light because of his arthritis, which he will be taking rimadyl for.

And I won't be coming back here again. I see human beings die every day, and I know for a fact that dying naturally with comfort measures only (including pain meds if necessary) is much, much, much better than dying under medical care so you all can take your uninformed, much-too-strong opinions and shove them up your a$$es.

I wouldn't want to put a dog through anything I wouldn't go through and if you think that's uncompassionate then you just aren't thinking straight.

I hope, when you all are old and unable to communicate, that somebody sticks you in a nursing home with a feeding tube and turns you every two hours and keeps you alive until you're a hundred - "because it's the right thing to do."

Visit a hospice or a nursing home or the oncology ward of a hospital and talk to beings who can actually communicate their pain verbally, then maybe you will have a feeling what a dog might be going through while you insist on chemotherapy.