Tucker came to us so emaciated it was a wonder he could even walk. He still wagged that nub of his though and did a great kidney bean wiggle. He was diagnosed with severe colitis and we did everything possible to control it. He was doing so much better and was adopted by a great family. He was with them for a year and I received a call from his dad telling me that he had taken a turn for the worse in recent months and was going downhill. He wanted my permission to ease his pain and send him to the bridge. I was stunned and speechless for a moment. After going over the recent treatment with him I realized it was the only thing to do so he left this world that afternoon. I grieve for his family and for what could have been a full happy life. My only consolation is that he was very much loved by his family and that he had such a good life with them. I am sure he is there at the bridge running and playing with Bully and my Remi right now.