| In my
journal about loss I wrote about losing my dog.
I used to have this German short hair dog named Molly.
She used to love to run and run and run and we would take her out on the
dirt roads outside of town let her go for about four or five miles. She could
sprint the whole way and when she got done she would just lay there for few
hours and the next she would be ready for more.
One day we were out on one of these routine runs and we didn’t know
that she had gotten into some coyote poison and we didn’t know about it.
A few days later we went on another run that was about regular length but
it was hotter then the blazes outside and when we got home she appeared to be
paralyzed from the hips down. We
thought it was heat stroke or something but it didn’t get better so we took
her to the vet and found out that she wouldn’t last much longer.
Two days later she died in our garage at about eleven or twelve
o’clock. |