I woke up this morning to find Porkchop dead at the bottom of my stairs. I will miss him greatly, he was a great dog and we are all heart broken here. The vet said she thinks his stomach twisted. He had a great Easter dinner with us last night. I fixed him a plate and he ate with us, ham, sweet potatoes, mashed potatoes, and mixed veggies. Not left overs but I made him a plate with the rest of us. He seemed fine even barked for our plates when we were done. Not looking for any sympathy just wanted to vent, most long time members here know how much my dogs mean to me. I will be looking to adopt again, I always do. The love and joy makes the pain at the end worth it.
