Our deerest furriend, Grey, has crossed over The Bridge. He died overnight. Remember that he had the blood clot that paralyzed his back legs and tail and he was taking swimming lessons and taking Plavix pills and various other pills to help him? Well, the poor guy had enough and went to join all of our other furriends across The Bridge. Now he is happy and free and racing around the meadows in the glorious sunshine.
Godspeed to Grey.