037/365 09/27/2025

Fred lived a long time in the bath tub before he died. First it was the hip dysplasia, which meant he couldn’t get around so good. And then…we don’t know. His front legs stopped working so well, too. It was just easier to set him up in the tub. We could bring him food and water when he needed it. And get him cleaned up when he needed it. I guess we could have taken him down to the vet to get him put to sleep, but he seemed happy in the tub. All dog smiles when we’d pet him and talk to him and looking around. 

Eventually his neck stopped working, so he couldn’t even move his head. He was pretty thin by then, too. So dad was able to pick him up and put him in the back seat no problem to get down to the vet. She said she’d never seen anything like it, really. Called the disease progressive, but didn’t know what the disease was.