I have never had such hope to fix a dog as I had for Bogee. When I got him, he was skin and bones and had rocket diarrhea. After specialist and vet visits, he was diagnosed with IBD, complicated by Lymphangiectasia. Medicine after medicine, he never got much relief. But no matter what treatments he went through, he was the sweetest and most loveable dog I have ever met. No matter if he had to wear a diaper, or sleep on a puppy pad, never once did he complain. He was such a gentlemanly soul. After seeing his appetite decrease to almost non-existent, he was lucky enough to make his way into another foster home, close to a university vet school. Bogee lived his last days in handmade sweaters created by his foster mom, and eating five times daily home-cooked meals, hand fed by his foster mom. What more could a frog ask for? No matter how hard either of us tried, we could not fix his little tired, broken body. He was continuing to rapidly lose weight, and he had no strength anymore to even continue.He also was riddled with infection. I prayed so hard that we would not lose him. It came down to us having to help Bogee cross the rainbow bridge. He spent his last breath with his foster mom. He did not go alone, and he is now playing at the bridge with all of those frogs we have loved so much. Rest in peace, sweet Bogee, we love you.