I think that dogs know when their time is coming to a close. They try to tell us but we don’t want to believe what we are hearing. We don’t speak the same language after all. But last night when Lucky barked repeatedly even though he didn’t seem to need anything in particular, while Ronin whined and paced the house, I knew that something was going to happen.
Somehow, even a rodent or poop on the carpet would have made me happy. This was because I knew that it was only a matter of time before I’d kissed my dear dog’s nose one last time. And if it was to happen, I wanted to wake up to find him peacefully and forever sleeping in his crate. But that wasn’t how things went.
Instead, I came home in a rush to leave town for the holiday. My friend have been given a key and instructions. I only wanted to check on the dogs before I went. Why? I don’t know exactly. Or at least not consciously.
At home, I grabbed a baggie, let the dog out of their run, and began “tidying up.” Lucky came in to see what was keeping me and I petted him but stayed on task. Then we all went into the house and that was when it started.
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