Post by Die Fledermaus on Jul 11, 2009 17:55:57 GMT -4
Rocky was a lovely, friendly white boxer in this apartment house. He was about ten. Maybe owing to the genetics of his type he had previous heart problems, but seemed lively.
I had not seen him a while, and today I ran into his owner. I asked how he was, and I was told "he died".
Turned out one day he just had a heart attack and collapsed in the elevator.
No vet; no euthanasia. If you gotta go it is as good as any other way.
RIP, Rocky.
The owner, and man and his wife (who I did not see today), are loathe to get another dog as they do live in an apartment and would prefer more room.
I had not seen him a while, and today I ran into his owner. I asked how he was, and I was told "he died".
Turned out one day he just had a heart attack and collapsed in the elevator.
No vet; no euthanasia. If you gotta go it is as good as any other way.
RIP, Rocky.
The owner, and man and his wife (who I did not see today), are loathe to get another dog as they do live in an apartment and would prefer more room.
