Waiting on an Old Friend to Die

Death can take a while. Some say death rides on a pale horse, but if so - it must be a very slow horse. When a horse dies, does it fall over in a field?

When my dog dies, finally, it will be here at home. I know this because he doesn’t go anywhere else anymore, maybe a short walk around the block.

I love on him and I thank him openly and verbally for sharing his life with us. We have been very lucky to have had so much time with him.

But he stinks now. He struggles up the steps. He doesn’t always make it outside before returning his breakfast. He often skips breakfast.

Some folks, folks I don’t care much about, will say that we should give him all the modern medicine a veterinarian can provide - the pills, the creams, the chemo.

Others say its long past time to have called him Old Yeller.

All I know is that it sure feels like I’m waiting for a friend to die…