a Friend

Weiner, Scrambled Eggs, Graham Crackers,
Potted Meat, Peanut Butter, Chicken Broth,
even Dog Food . . . What's a mother to do
when her sweet, sweet, "baby" of 15 years
refuses to eat.  He has not eaten a bite
since last Friday morning. (it's now Mon.
evening).

OK, I know his eye's make him look like he's

from the movie, "Village of the Damned".

(bad photographer - me)  And there are
those in my family who say that is a proper
description, but they would be wrong.

My poor little poochie had a stroke
on Friday and is very ill.
I'm hoping he's got
some more time
left to be my
friend.

Right now I'm loving my Vet and his sweet staff
who care, love, and tend to him
each time I take him in.

"Come on, Kramer, you can do it.
Eat for Mama."