Just over 10 years ago my step dad died. My mom got a puppy to help her grieve a week later. She named him Francis, which was my step dads middle name. He’s been happy and healthy until about 3 weeks ago. My mom had to take him to the vet and he had to stay a few days. He got better though and my mom picked him up and on the way home she stopped at Walgreens.
When she got out of the car he jumped into the front seat and dislocated his back leg. So right back to the vet and he was in a sling. This was like 2 weeks ago. He had been doing great until yesterday he got really sick again. My mom took him back to the vet and he took a turn for the worst this morning. She had to put him down this morning.
He was the best boy.