May 22, 2011

I will be taking the dog in to be euthanized in a couple of hours.  Had a couple of brief cries, tremors before the quake.  Feel like the damn grim reaper. I just remember the last dog, one minute eyes awake staring into mine, the next moment head lolling lifelessly from my hands.  I'll hold Jake's head firmly this time and gently lay it on the table. This is no leaf falling from a tree, not to this leaf.  He was my bud right there on the same branch-family.  When the tree comes back in season and sends forth green shoots, I will still have amber autumn memories of my golden retriever, no doubt the best dog I'll ever have.  Love you, Jake.