Long ago and far away, actually last year, my daughter had to have her dog put down. Alex was only 4 but he was a very old, very sore 4. Alex was a Blue Merle Great Dane. When he died, we planted a crepe myrtle. Merle-myrtle. I know. It's lame.On April Fool's Day, Julie's Roxi had 16 puppies. She squished 4 of them the first day but was a really good mom to the remaining dozen. Julie moved on May 1st and, unbeknownst to anyone, the backyard at her new house had parvo.
All 12 puppies died, one at a time, with Juls medicating them and bottle feeding them puppy pedialyte every 30 minutes. This went on for over a week. To say that it was heartbreaking doesn't even begin to cover it.
The new addition to the dead Alex tree? The dead dog frog. I thought 12 of them might be a little excessive.
