R.I.P. Whisky
March 15, 2005 the phone rings at 5:30 pm, my mom anwsers and it's the vet who tells my mom that my dog, Whisky, had just passed. My dog was suffering from anemia and he was just too sick. He just didn't last. We took him home and buried him, I will miss him very much.
Dead is inevitable...
R.I.P.
Whisky
December 2004 - March 2005