When we got Quincey he was so small that he fit in the palm of my hand. He always went camping with us. Quincey and Brody,our other dog used to fight like they were brothers. It was funny but annoying because of how loud they got.
There was a time in Quincey’s life where he was so heavy that we could barely lift him. Towards the end of his life Quincey was losing so much weight. I believe that he contracted cancer. Also he was blind but he got around pretty good. Quincey fought to the end.
I would have to carry him at times to put him outside but he tried his best to walk around while outside. He will be forever missed as Quincey was with us for 15 years.