She had a operation a month ago, her mammary lumps got removed. the x-ray was clean and today she puked in the car, swayed her back end as if she was drunk, coughed and the scar tissue did not heal. we took her to the vet, both vets on duty told me the news that the cancer was back and aggressively spread through her body. She got the sugary bad treats, all the cookies and my wife signed the forms. i was on the floor with her, crying my eyes out and she died in my arms. She was my partner in crime, my rock when i had ptsd nightmares at night... the house is empty, this feels wrong. 8 years and 11 months, still not bad for a Dane, but i wish i had her for another 25 years.