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.
RIP Snoopy.
Move on to a better
life.
2 comments:
Theirs is unadulterated love. Years ago, my own two dogs looked at me as they closed eyes (not that the guy who fed them, but at me) -- I was helpless, but I felt wanted.
I think he just came back to meet us, lasted just a day after returning from dog hospital. How much he must have suffered, poor thing!
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