I had a complicated relationship with Todd, the younger of our two rescue terrierists but still I was sad to find out his immensely swollen belly was not the result of another Buccee’s fudge raid.  It turned out to be an aggressive kind of spleen cancer.  Never at his best when he was scared or uncomfortable, we decided to make it as pleasant as possible for all of us during Todd’s remaining days – strangely estimated to be 19 to 37 days from the research we did on the web. He rode in the red truck, got Wendy’s kids meals and went to ranch in Laredo, Texas

 

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