RIP Garth Brooks
Today, we had to say goodbye to the sweetest, most awkward, and lovable dog that I’ve ever met.
Garth was a stray that was picked up in SE Iowa in 2010 and put on doggy death row at a kill shelter. A foster home in Cedar Rapids rescued him and we adopted him soon after.
We got the privilege of hanging out with this sweet boy for nearly 11 years.
Later in life, Garth started developing lots of tumors, which eventually found their way to his pancreas and caused him to over produce insulin and cut his blood sugar to half of what it’s supposed to be. Insulinoma. We found out too late to be able to act on it in a meaningful way.
He started getting weaker and developed seizures that became more and more frequent. An episode this morning left …