Mackenzie.

I've been so busy, I promise to update about school and moving and everything. Just not tonight.

I talked to my mom today. It's her birthday but she didn't have the best of days. And one reason has to do with Mackenzie.

I went home last Friday, and when I got there my parents were taking him to the vet to get looked at. He hadn't been walking well for a few days and it was just getting worse. The vet gave them some pills but told them he has lost a lot of muscle in his back legs. Being a large dog this is a huge issue. It was really hard for me to say good bye and come back here, not knowing if he was going to get better or if I would see him again.

Today my mom told me he's getting worse and it's not looking good. He's dragging his back legs and the vet thinks it might be neurological. I knew this was coming but I still don't want it to happen. He's my baby. They haven't made any decisions yet, but I can't imagine if he's as bad as they are saying that they will wait until after Thanksgiving. I'm so glad I got to see him last weekend.

I hate that I'm not there. I hate that this is happening at all.

It's breaking my heart.