He spent the last two days with me at the clinic,
bloodwork, xrays, fluids, more bloodwork, more xrays
more fluids. Four days now and he still won't eat.
I brought him home with fluids and meds for the
weekend. He has been with our family for so
long, since the beginning of time it seems.
I could go on and on about him, stories of
getting himself into trouble, or his favorite
hideout (under the covers of my bed with a stinky
old bone) or how he would take himself for a walk of to Nana's house when she lived here. It was about a mile or so away, on the other side of our tiny town
and he would go see Nana for a treat. He still went there after the flood, she had been gone for weeks and he was looking for her.. Or how the neighbor rescued him one day out of the back of some guy's truck, he was headed out of town with Danny in the back. Somehow he slipped his collar and had no tags on, after that his dog id read 'My name is Danny~Boy please take me to my home and the address =).What a great dog, I believe that all the time we spent loving him, all the time Jaime and I spent training him really paid off. He has become such a huge part of our lives.
Now he lays on the couch, doing nothing...I really hopes he pulls through..I love him so much, as does so many people...the world would be a sad place with out him...
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