Thanks all, much appreciated.
I am currently beating myself up that I didn't spot the mass growing sooner, do something about it.. I was his dad, after all, it was my job to keep him safe. Looking back through photos, though, even though I imagine this had been there for quite a while, it was maybe only the last month that he started to look pot bellied - and his manner, love of food, walks, barking, whining, and being a general ball of anxiety, didn't change until maybe three or four days before we took him to the vet
and I suspect, even if I'd taken him in a month ago, the result would have been the same.
It's hard to believe that we only adopted him a couple of years ago - it feels like he was here forever and we can't remember what "routine" was like when it didn't revolve around the furball. We're not even eating much at home because eating at home meant being under constant supervision! He
never stole from our plates, but if it hit the floor...
oh, Ron - Midge looks beautiful! Is that him as a puppy or was he always that size? Look at those paws...