Today, we buried Whitey in our backyard. We couldn't just bear tossing him in a place where he will be forgotten.
|He used the rest of his strength to stay near the pond that afternoon. We hesitated moving him even when it started to drizzle.|
Yesterday, he refused to drink or eat anything. He closed his mouth shut whenever we tried to force feed him. Night came, and he could barely swallow. I brought him to our door and told him it was okay if he left.
Our poor senior crossed the rainbow bridge today, March 22, 2014 at the age of 10 (or 11).
Run free, Whitey. Run free!