
His breathing is labored. His appetite is diminished today. The end is near.
And it hurts me.
I am thinking about all my previous pets. I was attached to them all but this little guy and I bonded the first time I saw him sitting by the front door waiting for a walk as a young pup.
I just read an article the other day in the local Florida Today newspaper about some people on Merritt Island who let their dogs die in a fire. There were over 50 dogs. I am not sure how anyone can adequately care for 50 dogs.
I will not judge their motivation although I wonder if they really knew any of them the way I know Diesel!