We used to have a very, very friendly boxer-pit cross. She looked as if she’d chew you to rags, but she was such a sweet thing. She came down with something very similar to sickle cell, and died when she was only five.
We used to have a very, very friendly boxer-pit cross. She looked as if she’d chew you to rags, but she was such a sweet thing. She came down with something very similar to sickle cell, and died when she was only five.