
Tucker survived his first ordeal with the vet only to succumb to Lord only knows what. After spending the weekend with the vet so he could figure out what was wrong with Tucker, he called Monday morning to let me know that we had lost him. The vet is truly stumped and with my permission is doing a necropsy to try to figure out what happened. I have to say that in spite of having 4 cats, I really miss having Tucker bound around and demand attention from everyone. He really was a spirited and loving puppy.
We cried when we got the news, but I was surprised by my mother when she cried. This is a woman from the "old school" that a pet is just a pet and they come and go, but somehow she got attached to Tucker. I think his size was the hook. :-)