Buster had a great morning at the park last Tuesday.
He was fine in the evening.
On Wednesday morning he was not himself. The vet discovered that he had
a ruptured tumor on the spleen.
He was put to sleep that day rather than subject him to painful and almost certainly futile treatment.
He was such a good pal.
He always made me smile.
He was fine in the evening.
On Wednesday morning he was not himself. The vet discovered that he had
a ruptured tumor on the spleen.
He was put to sleep that day rather than subject him to painful and almost certainly futile treatment.
He was such a good pal.
He always made me smile.