I sometimes called him "Wilbur." With his droopy eyes and long face, he looked like a Wilbur. Marlene, who nursed him through puppydom, called him "Wee." My mom -- great, great grandma -- who came to know him as both she and he were living their last days, called him "Old Sock," And he dutifully sat by her side as she ate, knowing that she would share her meals with him, no matter how hard we tried to persuade her otherwise. When he had the opportunity, he would sneak into her room and lay at her feet. He loved us all very much, but his last and most obvious love was Grace. He didn't like it when someone tried to move him by tugging on his collar, but he let Grace move him by tugging on his hair. He followed her as she played and smiled contentedly as she rode him, sat on him, and slept on him.
Several months ago, he became ill. He soldiered on, and we did what we could to comfort him. But this weekend his burden grew too large for even this big-hearted dog to bear, and this morning he went to sleep for the last time. Willy was a good dog, and a good dog is one of the best things that one can be. http://photo.net/photodb/photo?photo_id=3152929 -- PDML Pentax-Discuss Mail List [email protected] http://pdml.net/mailman/listinfo/pdml_pdml.net to UNSUBSCRIBE from the PDML, please visit the link directly above and follow the directions.
