Woody!

Woody is sick. Woody is my dog and he's about 15 years old now. It's weird that I don't get to see him everyday because he lives at my parents house. The vet told my brother that something might be wrong with him. So my mom took him back to the vet to get tested. He has fluid on his lungs and an enlarged heart. So he's on two different medications for the rest of his life. As many of you might know, Woody is the cutest dog on the whole planet! He looks like a puppy even though he's a senior citizen. I don't know what I'm going to do when he's gone. I've been keeping my mind busy for two days trying not to think about it, but I can't anymore. Poor Woody! I have to go now . . .