Button was one of the Curmudgeons. Spanky was his best friend. They were part of a crew of elder statesmen in the MedBarn Neighborhood, and they were riddled with arthritis and disdain. They chose not to socialize a heck of a lot, and we respected that. They got twice daily meals and cleaning. They got pain meds. They got laser therapy and NO touching unless absolutely necessary.
Button was the most tolerant in the little herd. His mobility worsened exponentially, and we simply ran out of ways to keep him comfortable and maintain his quality of life. Sweet old Button passed very peacefully.
