Goodbye to my sweet Marshmallow
I’m writing this after a horrible evening at the emergency vet. Marshmallow breathing was becoming so labored as the weekend went on. By this morning he wouldn’t eat anything but a few pieces of chicken. I was going to wait until Monday to bring him to our vet but I actually was scared he wouldn’t make it. I was convinced he had a pneumonia. Just like I thought when my Boomer fell ill. I was wrong with him and I…
