Snoopy died early this morning, two days after his return from the dog hospital.
He was restless and disinterested in food these last few days, and one had to follow him pleading.
The sight of his lifeless form by the parking lot will stay with me to my last days. And the memory of our man wagging his tail, having spotted me at a distance with his food bag late in the night, so as to avoid unctuous neighbors.
Dogs will bark, they’re dogs, it’s in their nature, right? Yet Snoopy had quietened quite a bit, wouldn’t take handouts from other people, and generally kept to himself.
Move on to a better life.