“Nutmeg died in front of Diego and me. It was painful to watch.
I thought Diego was going to die, too.
He literally shut down. He stopped eating, going to the bathroom and he wouldn’t move.
It took weeks for him to recover.
I started to feed him home cooked meat and let him lay down anywhere. The furniture that had been forbidden for the dogs was now welcome for Diego to lay on.
I was willing to do whatever it took to get him back to the living.”
