On the 20th September we took our little Coco to our local vet, to have what we thought was a routine dental check up as he had a very bad case of halitosis. His bad breath turned out to be an oral melanoma which had developed on his upper palate. Neither I or hubby had ever heard of such a thing so it took us by complete surprise.
After visits to two different vet oncology specialists, Coco was booked in this morning for a CT scan. This was to be followed up with Radiotherapy. However, the CT scan revealed much more than we expected; it had progressed to his brain and lungs, so we decided it was best not to wake him.
He was a rescue dog who arrived to us as a "biter" but after me receiving several nips and him a lot of love from us, he settled down to be a wonderful companion to us both. He made us laugh so much with his funny peculiar antics and smoochy ways ... we are going to miss him terribly.
This is the last photo I took of him a few days ago (having cuddles with dad) and to look at him you wouldn't know he was suffering, he was such a brave little tyke.









