And if she could talk, her message would be simple, “Hey humans, my Mom feeds me real, whole food now. You should’ve seen me before.“ I’ve spent thousands on vet visits for my little Shih-Poo, Lucy. Not one vet ever mentioned changing her food—except to suggest switching from one packaged brand to another, usually the one they sold in their clinic. Time seemed to be unkind to Lucy. Her walk slowed and staggered, tail tucked, sometimes limping. Her big brown eye grew sadder, and she spent more time staring at the floor. Yes, she’d been through a lot—primary glaucoma in her right eye, the loss of vision in that eye,…