Pet Pride: R.I.P. Maple…

Maple...

Maple...

My brother called me to tell me that his family’s beloved friend, Maple, died, today. She was 13 years old and had just had surgery to remove a large cyst on her side. The vet called and told them they should take her home. Once home, she died. My brother tried mouth-to-mouth but it didn’t work. Poor Maple….

She was a Boxer/Mastiff mix. Because her tail had never been cropped, she could clear a table when she was happy which was a lot of the time. She would bully you into letting her onto the couch when she knew she wasn’t supposed to be there. I used to warm my toes after swimming by tucking them into her soft, warm underbelly. She never seemed to mind.

She will be greatly missed….

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