R.I.P Horton

Doc opened Horton up and started looking. I watched through the window but then went up front and had one of my co-workers, a friend go into the surgery room and see what was happening.
She came back and told me I needed to go into surgery, things were NOT going well.
So I went in and Doc showed me.
The baseball size looking tumor in the X-Ray was more like a tennis ball on his liver but there were little tumors slightly smaller than ping pong balls on his gallbladder and on...well, everything.
Not fatty tumors, most likely Cancer. Everywhere.
Doc said we needed to let him go.
I was crying and told him Yes, let him go to Heaven.

My niece had a VERY hard time with the news. I think that was the worse part.
Not that any part was good, but....
I will be back in a few days when I'm more cheerful and when I think of something happy to write about.
Thank you for all the kind comments on the previous post.