So, my dog, Woody Wilson, is slowly moving on to the final stages of his life. Hips are going, needs help standing when he eats, losing the ability to make it to the door before he lays a Woody-Log on the floor.
And then today I find out my cat, Penguin, has cancer. Two weeks to six months tops.
It blows, man.
And then today I find out my cat, Penguin, has cancer. Two weeks to six months tops.
It blows, man.