My brother's 18 y.o. pupster went to RB
My brother called me last night and talked for two hours, mostly about his dog and that she had to be pts at the Vets.
Samantha, the mutt, lived a happy go lucky life, with four humans adoring her and tending to her ever need. She had a nice fenced in yard, a puddy tat to play with and lots of treats. She was loved.
My SIL is away for a week in Florida and does not know yet that her sweet pupster is gone. She told my brother that if Sammy left this world while she was gone (she was expecting the event) that she didn't want to know until she returned from her being away. This agreement went on for years......
