I visited Jean and my widdle puggly buddy today.
My eyes popped out. Denver lost so much weight, that he actually looks good. He has a little waistline now and even looks longer. He doesn't seem to be in pain but his tail was only half curled. He velcroed himself to my ankle as I was sitting at the breakfast counter and of course I spent most of the time on the floor with him. He positioned himself between my knees and nudged me when I stopped. I took him potty and gave him a treat. He is a little sweetie.
I admitted to Jean I was frightened that when Denver leaves us, she'll get sick and she agreed. Yikes. She said she doesn't know what she's going to do. I wish there was something I could do. The "rules" are, no older dogs, no fostering, no dogs. Jean is the nicest person and I love her so.
Anyway, Denver is going for an ultrasound next week to check how many liver tumors they think he has. If you all can still muster some prayers, that'd be great. Poor little pumpkin.
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