It was the weekend after Labor Day. Our beloved happily retired therapy dog, Murdock (named after the A-Team character, not Rupert), had started urinating in his room at night – the first he had done so in the 10+ years since we adopted him from our local Humane Society. He had been slurping down an abnormally high amount of water in recent days, due to side effects from a steroid that he had been on to help reduce seasonal allergies that were causing inflammation and itching. Or, so we thought… Murdock had been abnormally lethargic the entire weekend as well.
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