Yesterday, Fog looked at me. His eyes said so much. As he looked at me, his eyes said "Mommy, I don't feel good." How could I ignore this request.So. I took Fog to the vet today. The news was not good. He has a tumor on his right inner lip and it is aggressive. The road we are traveling together is slowly coming to an end. I am devastated. Yet, at the moment, he is comfortable and doing what he does best.
