Razor
I am in Venice, Italy, today, in the middle of a lovely 10-day Italian vacation. I left home at 1:00 p.m. on 14 April, but before I left I took Razor into the vet's. He had had an as attack of diarrhea that matted his fur, and I couldn't get it clean myself. I couldn't leave him for Samantha to care for like that, so I hoped the vet could shave the area. Instead, when she examined him, she found a mass in his belly that was painful for him. She felt sure his kidneys and probably his lungs were involved.
I held him in my arms while he fell asleep for the last time. My big beautiful boy is gone. He was about 15. FanSee