by Ryn Gargulinski | Jul 18, 2014 | animals, pets, Blogski Archives, crime, danger, death, health, life, poetry, writing
Fluffy was 11. That was all we knew as we stared at the photo of the non-fluffy dog, a bull-thing on the wall at the vet. Fluffy’s smile was as big as Lake Huron, with a mouth that could vacuum up Detroit. Enter our doc too perky and pleasant to be bringing bad news...
