Pudge

Last week, my sweet Pudge died. He was nine years old. I had him before I ever met Michael and he was literally our first child.
Last summer he was diagnosed with lymphoma. We chose to not treat it because of the expense and it would only prolong his life for a year max. In February his kidneys began to shut down and he lost half of his body weight. It was time and I am glad he isn't in pain. RIP Pudge, you will surely be missed.This is him after he had his biopsy.