Hello to everyone, this is a sad story. A 'x' laboral day, we (my family) were so worried about this little dog, he was never our dog, but we love him like if it was. Days before the picture, he got an operation in his back foot, he had a tumor, but we get to a doctor whose tried to save him before the sickness killed him. The day of the picture, the area of the operation was hurting him, and we thought he was about to die. We ran to the veterinary, we waited there almost one hour and half, it was so sad, me and my mom started crying, we tought he couldn't make it.
Finally, the doctor said that the pain got him like that, quiet, in silence and sad. he gave him a medicine and we could take him back home. the medicine make him tolerate better the pain, and we could give it to him days later when he felt bad.
Colo lived well for a few months. In december he finally past away.
we remember him with that cute face he had been putting when someone was petting him, or feeding him, with a thankfull face we remember him, and all the other families that helped us to give a better life to Colo in the time left.
thanks for reading, bye.
