When I used to walk a lot, I would run into a lady with her pit bull. When she got to the grass she unhooked his leash. My stomach tightened up, I was about to chew her out when the dog ran over to me. It was love at first sight. He was doing circles around me, and I would hug him every chance I got. That was WOLFGANG. My very favorite dog.
After that whenever they were out he would cry as soon as he saw me. She would tell me to cross the street to their side, so he wouldn't run in front of cars. Then she would let him loose. If I was riding the bus, I'd make the driver stop and let me out.
I think sometimes owners are very close to their dogs but, don't really notice things. One day I asked if he was on a diet. She said he was as fat as ever. But, he wasn't, he looked
absolutely gaunt and was straining to pee a drop at a time. That wasn't like him at all.
I mentioned going to the vet, and she said he was fine and went home.
Didn't ever see him again. One day she was out with a sweet but BIG and rowdy pit.
I asked about Wolfgang. She said they took him to the vet one day, and while on the table, his stomach ruptured and he died on the spot. She said she didn't want another big dog but, her husband ran out and got one. New dog was too hard to control,so he vanished.