And I held my Shih-Tzu in my arms, his puppy dog eyes losing their sparkle, and in its place a dull kind of unfocused glaze.
He had eaten something that quite obviously did not agree with him.
I held him all the way to the vet.
And he didn’t make it.
[A product of boredom, nostalgia and OneWord.com]
I miss my bitches (and sons of bitches) — all the dogs we’ve had before, over the span of my lifetime.
There were times when they made more sense to me than any person I knew. Maybe someday I’ll find another fat, lovable (and weird), 4-legged friend to love.
Rest in peace, bitches. Know that you were loved, and you are missed. ♥