My brother rescued these dogs last Friday night.
Their personalities can hardly fit inside their tiny little bodies.
The only thing they love more than my brother is each other.
I'm known for stealing my brother's dogs and I was planning to do it again.
He took them to the vet on Tuesday.
Layla has a mild case of heart worms. Gizmo has an advanced case that was causing him fainting spells.
The only course was treatment.
They were dropped off Thursday morning.
The vet called this morning to say Gizmo had not made it. The disease was too advanced and his little heart couldn't handle the medicine and he died overnight.
I assure you, whether it's a dog I've had for 12 years....or 6 days. My heart can't take it.
I don't know what my point is-make sure you treat your dogs for heart worms? Please rescue an animal? Please make my heart stop hurting? I don't know.
I'm praying that dogs do go to heaven. They have always felt like a little gift from God. A slice of pure happiness. A hug and unconditional love in a cold world. Surely they'll be in paradise. If they do, I have no doubt Gizmo lifted his leg on the pearly gates when he entered. Not out of disrespect, but just as a way to mark the path when the rest of our pack follows...and because he'd never let a post pass him by without marking it.