14th February 2014
Dear Cassi,
Today I came
home to find one of my dogs had expired. This was Pork Chop the elderly
Labrador. He had been more lethargic than usual and crawled himself into a
corner last night where he sat taking in what was left of the world. I could
tell that he was dying and I knew that he would be dead when I came home, but
it was no less painful to see him crumpled on the floor, his sad eyes looking
out at the world sightlessly.
I knew I had to
get him out of the house before Pickle came home and so I called the vet and
asked about disposal of the body. It was expensive, but I didn’t feel like
shopping around.
Porky being so
large a dog, and his death leaving his back end open, I wrapped him in an old
frayed table cloth and dragged is hundred and ten pound mass to the front yard
where I place him in a concrete mixing troth and then in my car.
Even having
been dead only a few hours the body smelled, and so I drove down to the vet
with the windows open. A train had stopped on the tracks across Sunset Avenue,
and so I had to take a detour.
It took some
time to get things settled at the vet, and I was asked what had happened. I
talked and I cried, I cried as I told the story of the old dog and his death. I
cried as I drove home.
What does one
do on the day his dog dies? Did I do the right thing? I found old Porky
following a neighbor home and I took him in and looked after him. I gave him
the best life I could for the short time I had him.
Remember the
good moments, little sister,
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