Pepper came and Pepper saw, gave love, warmth and when it was done, Pepper walked away. Showing all the courage that going takes. Your ode to Pepper is very heartful.
________________________________ From: "Thomas Heald, Esquire" <[email protected]> To: [email protected] Sent: Tuesday, March 17, 2009 5:35:42 PM Subject: Pepper Heald ... We both finally did get to sleep. Me with a clock radio turned on a couple rooms away. The last thing I did was re-adjust Pepper in his bed to his other side not that it apparently mattered. He was just in pain regardless of position. At least the yelping picked back up shortly thereafter. And I don't know, around 9 a.m., I drifted off until about 6 p.m., hoping and not hoping the dog would ... not be in pain and agony. And the bed is now gone, his food is packed up in bags his bowls are emptied. His ropes are nowhere to be found. Dad apparently did all the C.S.I and crime scene cleanup. I used to have a dog. We used to have a dog. --~--~---------~--~----~------------~-------~--~----~ You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups "World News Now Discussion List" group. To post to this group, send email to [email protected] To unsubscribe from this group, send email to [email protected] For more options, visit this group at http://groups.google.com/group/wnndl?hl=en -~----------~----~----~----~------~----~------~--~---
