I got in the habit of taking the slowest stroll I could, as if I'd become the aging geriatric dog that Lucky never got to be.
Jen A. When Lucky died, I lost probably or more happy transactions every day.
Toby got it. And, of course, pet owners still bury pets in the backyard, which keeps them close by but is still, in a lot of places, illegal or involves very strict private-property burial laws. Then Sam called back. All I could understand is that it comes uninvited unexpectedly and it is inevitable, for all life will come to an end one day.
It was her dog. His last supper. I mean, our spontaneous cocktail party. And for this I am irrationally and deeply jealous of people whose dogs die suddenly and young, because although they feel a different kind of pain, this is something they never have to face.