He was maybe not the brightest crayon in the box, but he sure knew how to love, and he was a gentle soul who allowed his house to be invaded by a gang of mutts after his friend of many years, Asta the Scottie died.
Now he is dead too.
He died lying on the front stairs, seeing the trees and hearing the sounds of the jungle.
He had been doing poorly for a while and I had decided that Monday we would go the vet, he and I.
Now there is no need.
He is resting next to his friend, Asta.
Rest In Peace.
2 comments:
I can feel the pain! Why is it that we are so close to our pets, that we react as they were humans.
Last year I lost my little Silver. Sometimes I get to think of her, and my eyes are crying, and my heart aches. Plant a flower bush next to Toby and Asta. Sit down and thik of those wonderfull times you had together, while you enjoy the sight of beautifull flowers. That is how I did it.
RIP Toby.. I remember when he was still a puppy...
I think the worthless one need to go, and we need to get you a real dog,
a distant relative of Asta if possible!
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