The neighbors and I joke that Murphy and his Laws live on our road. Seems he's been on steroids lately. The culmination of the most arduous, dreadful two weeks: we had to say goodbye to sweet 22 year old Roscoe.
The bloody nose from the week before had been the harbinger of ill fate. The colic was only a response to the fluid building in his lungs, not the primary condition.
I had worried he would decline after, Henry, his best friend in the whole wide world passed.
Now they're reunited.
