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| The battered old Pork Chop sits in the sun. |
Getting these things posted is my form of grieving I guess. I only had the old boy for seven or eight months I think, but I connected with him. We had both suffered so much.
9th
November 2013
Dear Cassi,
I took Pork Chop back to the vet today just like
they told me to and it was a dreaded expense. I arrived early and so walked the
old dog in the parking lot until they open. I bled the wound on his face and
got blood on my hands but this was little compared to what was to come.
They told me his weight was because of a thyroid
condition and that he had some issues with his liver that need to be watched.
That was all and well but they had to take him for the day to perform the
operation. I just hope that when this is over he’ll be a happy dog once again.
I came back to the vet at around four thirty and
it took them some time to collect my dog. This was all right as I spend my time
talking up the receptionist who took something of an interest in me. I should
have asked her out, but the daunting cost of vet bills made me think of other
things.
As I waited three young folks came in wanting to
see the body of a pet that had passed and was ready for cremation. It was a man
and two women that I took to be highs schoolers. The two young women ood and
awed over my wounded dog but he did scare them deeply when he shook his head
and sprayed blood all over the floor. The two girls gave Pork Chop a few pats
and wished him well.
He did this again when he came home leaving
something of a mess. This rather
bothered Pickle who recoiled at the sight of blood, but I’ve seen enough blood
in my life so that it never bothers me. After all the old dog has suffered I
wish he could have a comfortable life but as we both know
it is never so simple.
Greet the challenges as they come, little sister,
Richard Leland Neal
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| A closeup of the dog's face |
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