Back in 2003, my buddy Trevor past away. We live in Northern Wisconsin where it becomes very cold, so we let our dogs in at night, when it gets below 20. One particular night, my wife got up at about 2 am to let them out, and discovered Trevors stomach was bloated and he couldn't get up. We rushed him to the vet, whom we had called ahead to, but he died in my arms as the vet feverishly worked on him. His stomach had apparently become twisted.
Even today as I relive that night, it is difficult to think about. You might be interested in reading an editorial entitled "Pets are Family Too" that I have written on our website: www.WisconsinNorthwoodsLiving.com
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