You were only 5 weeks old, so small. We got you from the SPCA, you were there in a cage all by yourself, just a baby!. We took you home and things were fine for the first few days. We played chase, you followed me everywhere I went. You cried for me when I got home from work.
Then things went wrong…first you quit eating. I took you back and they checked you for parvo, I was so happy the test came back negitive!! But then they couldn’t find out what was wrong with you. I had to take you in twice a day for a week so they could give you fluids. I could hear you cry when they stuck you!! It made me cry. The last day, a Friday, they asked if they could keep you to do more tests and asked me to come back Saturday and talk to the vet. When I got there, they told me they had to put you down, they said you had distemper! I am so glad I kissed you goodbye on Friday, never guessing I would never see you again.
Abbo, when you get to the bridge, look for Bear. He is a big Retriever, brown and black. He has been there for a long time now. He will show you around and introduce you to all my other babies that reside there now.
I miss you little one!!!!