So long, doggie...
I got a text message from Chris this afternoon. Max was taking his last car ride...
Poor old boy. He had surgery a few weeks ago, to remove some of the lumps that had been plaguing him. Physically he was doing okay, but he never quite recovered mentally.
He was whining or barking a lot, always anxious, and even stopped eating. He wouldn't even go for meat. I guess he was just in too much pain... *sniffle*
Bye, Maxie... I'll miss you.
Poor old boy. He had surgery a few weeks ago, to remove some of the lumps that had been plaguing him. Physically he was doing okay, but he never quite recovered mentally.
He was whining or barking a lot, always anxious, and even stopped eating. He wouldn't even go for meat. I guess he was just in too much pain... *sniffle*
Bye, Maxie... I'll miss you.