this hurts

My boy is sick. He's really sick. My crazy mutt's got cancer. I wanted him to come live with me and the man told me today that my Duke has cancer. My 3 year old unconditional love machine could leave us at any time. I asked the man if Duke could come live with me in New York sometime soon and he avoided my question for about a week. Today I asked him if he was avoiding the Duke question on purpose. Turns out he couldn't figure out a good way to tell me that our dog is sick. He feels awful and I feel heartbroken and a little lost right now. Miami was pretty much a dark blotch on the record of my life and Duke was the only thing that was shining and pure and bright the whole time. Not one ounce of malice, not one minute of doubt or negativity in him. It's very widespread, the cancer. I can't help him. I can't fix him. All I want to do is make him healthy and I can't do it. My pet, my friend, my furry baby is really sick, you guys. I can't stop the tears.