Remec
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- Jun 28, 2003
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so...I've had to deal with pets running away...being smooshed by cars...or having to be given up for various reasons...but these have always been either me dealing with it on my own and/or animals with limited attachment to me and the family to begin with. But this...
Five minutes ago, my wife left for the vet's office with our dog. It's really her dog, he's 12 years old...she got him back when she was pregnant with her first child as additional security and stuff 'cause her first husband was on sea duty.
Maybe three minutes before that, my stepson (the aforementioned first born) was taking out food to give the dog and discovered the dog was just lying in the middle of his run...in the mud and what claims to be a grassy patch...in the light rain that has been falling most of the day...breathing shallowly with the occasional feeble bark mixed in...<sigh>
Now he's (the stepson) is all puffyeyed and fearful that the dog is sick or dying because he hasn't always been the most conscientious about taking care of Cherokee (a lovely mix of chow and some sort of collie) and I'm just wondering how I'm going to handle dealing with the boy.
Or how I'm going to deal with the urge to cry myself...
Five minutes ago, my wife left for the vet's office with our dog. It's really her dog, he's 12 years old...she got him back when she was pregnant with her first child as additional security and stuff 'cause her first husband was on sea duty.
Maybe three minutes before that, my stepson (the aforementioned first born) was taking out food to give the dog and discovered the dog was just lying in the middle of his run...in the mud and what claims to be a grassy patch...in the light rain that has been falling most of the day...breathing shallowly with the occasional feeble bark mixed in...<sigh>
Now he's (the stepson) is all puffyeyed and fearful that the dog is sick or dying because he hasn't always been the most conscientious about taking care of Cherokee (a lovely mix of chow and some sort of collie) and I'm just wondering how I'm going to handle dealing with the boy.
Or how I'm going to deal with the urge to cry myself...