I lost my hunting buddy this morning at 1:30 am. He waited until I got home from work to pass away. He was a big gentle boy that had a serious fight with cancer in 2011 which required him to lose a portion of his lower jaw (squimas cell carcinoma), it took him out of the field trial games and most hunting too. He became a therapy dog instead which was wonderful for both of us. I took him to the vet on Monday night because he went from being fine to not being able to walk in less than an hour. The vet did blood work which was normal then he took an x ray of his abdomen and found a mass. The vet didn't think that my boy would live through the night so I put him on my bed next to me in his favorite spot and told him how much I loved him and thanked him for being in my life. The next morning he was back to normal which I couldn't believe after the way he was just 12 hours before. I asked the vet to please do whatever they could to try and save my boy. They opened him up and found that a tumor was attached to his spleen and when they started gently moving the tumor his spleen tore in pieces. They hurried up and stopped the bleeding and removed the tumor and his spleen and they thought he had a good chance at surviving. He came home with me Tuesday night and was ok through yesterday ( eating, drinking and going potty with no problem ) so I figured it was ok to go to work, new job and no vacation available to take or use. I had my family checking in on him and they said he was doing good other than he had diaharea. When I got home from work at around 12:30 am and let him out he was very weak, his gums were white and his pupils were very large. I called the vet right away but they said that they couldn't do anything at 2 am and they said he wasn't going to make it by what I had described to them. I held him close and cried my eyes out and told him it was ok to go be with god and that I would miss him more than words could ever say he passed away at 1:30 this morning in my arms. He may not have been a field champion but he was a champion to me. I think that he waited until I got home to be with him and say goodbye. God took him from me on my birthday today so I would always remember this day . He was the closest thing that I have ever had to having a child. Chunk daddy loves and misses you very much. Your in a better place without pain or cancer. Someday buddy we will be hunting together again.