I noticed Monday morning at the shelter that Orville was not feeling well. Lethargic, and very smelly poop. He was tested, and he and his brother were both treated for intestinal parasites and URI, but Orville wasn't responding and was put to sleep this morning. Maybe if I'd paid better attention, I might have seen the signs last week.
Play well at the Bridge, Orville. I hope Wilbur doesn't join you soon. Somebody will be there shortly who needs to be loved by you, you little cuddler.
Play well at the Bridge, Orville. I hope Wilbur doesn't join you soon. Somebody will be there shortly who needs to be loved by you, you little cuddler.