This hit close to home. My dog died from the same diagnosis and I put him through an aggressive surgery to remove the large tumor that was at risk of rupture at any moment. He looked like an otherwise healthy dog which made the diagnosis so much harder to accept. At 12, he was still hiking every weekend. It was hard to reconcile. He survived the surgery with good margins, however, he never recovered from the surgery itself. He developed pancreatitis, and a possible stroke during the surgery, which ultimately killed him after 3 weeks in the PET ER and ultimately having to tube feed him once he came home as he wouldn't eat or take any of the cocktail of meds. He was a shadow of his former self and only until I saw the reality of the situation when he couldn't even tolerate tube feedings. I wished I let him die with dignity sooner, peacefully, before he suffered, but my hope and love tainted my perception during that time. I know whatever we decide we shame ourselves for not doing the the "other" thing - the grass that looks greener on the other side. Thank you for sharing this beautiful story and message.