Back to the hospital. They rushed him to the back and we later found out his cancer had returned. It had spread and the doctor told us there was no stopping it.
I was shocked. I couldn't move. I didn't want to believe it, and neither did Amanda. She rushed out of the office and out into the parking lot. She sat on the sidewalk by the doors and cried. The doctor opened the door for me and I jumped into her lap. I cried my own doggy tears. Amanda and I sat there for the longest time, both crying in our own ways.
After about 20 minutes of non-stop crying from the both of us, we went in to see Carson. He was again lying on the table, but he looked better than at the lake.
"We're giving him a few weeks." Dr. Specke said. Amanda massaged his ears, and kissed his forehead.
"Can we take him home?" Amanda asked. The doctor nodded and Amanda carefully picked up Carson and carried him to the car. I could barely look at him when I myself got in.