It was sudden. From weak back legs to back legs gone, panting and pain.
We went to the vet and... I can't even type it.
I prayed to my dog that he would visit me, that he wouldn't totally leave me. That I had been good enough. That his life had been a good one.
He was afraid. But I think I eased and supported him.
My house is full of his things.
My heart is heavy.
I feel guilt for my puppy dreams as my dog's days were ending.
I want to hold him again.
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Over the nearly two years of this blog there have been numerous pictures of the dog and hundreds of mentions of him.
But these pictures are older ones of a younger, in some cases very much younger, Jabulani.
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