A Tail of Retirement in Florida
December 26th 2009 12:15 am[ Leave A Comment | 1 person already has ]
My beloved boy waited for us to get home Christmas night. I walked thru the house calling his name only to find him behind the futon. As I knelt to pet him I realized that he was in trouble. Serious respitory distress increasing as I tried to get him up. I realized that this was the last few minutes we would have. Touching him and telling him he was a good boy, that we loved him, as he took his last breath, took all I could do. The tears started falling as I felt him leave. I sat holding his head in one hand and his beatiful big paw in the other. My lovely loving boy had gone. He had had a good day, receiving pets, brushing and treats. When we left the house he had been sitting on the porch in one of his favorite places, where he could see into the living room as well as out to the yard.
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Ernest P. Hemingway![]()
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December 26th 2009 at 12:38 am