The blood work came out negative. There was nothing wrong with Little Fips, except his seizures could not be controlled. Now we knew what we had understood before.

~0O0~

I carried him down the hallway on his stretcher to the truck where I laid him out on the front seat, and made him comfortable, breathing but lifeless.

I sat down next to him and stroked his smooth fuzzy body, patting his haunchies, as his chest undulated with even breaths ...and as I stroked his beautiful head.

I spoke to him softly through the torpor and told him he was the "Best Little Doggie in the Whole Wide World"

Then, with throaty-murmurs, Fips began to quiver and suddenly lifted himself up ...

... and turned his head to give me one last kiss. As I bent down to kiss his nose, I looked into his eyes and next I knew his head fell back and he slid away from my arm.

The murmuring stopped and Fips lay down staring into his darkness.

~oOo~

The elixir was pressed into his body. Fips let out a low whine -- as if in protest -- and then it was silent.

There Once Happened a Fuzzy Thing...

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