Over the weekend, Scruffy began to falter. He had trouble getting off the ground with his only back leg. His vision was nearly gone. His bark became a squack. By Monday, he couldn't stand long enough to pee. Efforts to help him with a sling were frustrating both to him and to me. We helped him to the Bridge at 11AM Monday morning.
Scruffy lived a good life for 17 1/2 years. Even with cataracts, poor hearing and the loss of his back leg, he was a happy, funny dog. He was very accepting of all of the cats and new dogs that became his housemates, never growling at any of them. He will be missed.
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