My brother's dog, Patches, died this morning. We all knew it was going to happen before long, because you could tell she wasn't feeling well the past couple of weeks. She was listless, her ears were droopy, her breathing was heavy, and she wouldn't eat bacon, a sure sign she wasn't well. My dad said he helped her into her favorite chair about four this morning and covered her up with her blanket; when he got up, she had passed away. My brother, Michael, was at work and didn't know until he got home at nine. We had left her in the chair, covered up, because we weren't sure what to do with her...Michael asked if my dad and I would take care of burying her.
We decided on a spot under the apple tree in my mom and dad's back yard. The soil here is almost entirely caliche, so we dug for a while, and now the ground is soaking in water because it's freakin hard. At least it will be a nice spot for her. I couldn't bear to bury her anywhere outside of town...just here at home.
She would have been 11 in February. My brother adopted her when she was about nine months old...she was an abused puppy, and he gave her a loving home. She was the only dog I have ever seen who could climb a pecan tree! Patches was a rat terrier I believe, but am not sure.
I know later in the day will be extra hard for Michael. As was Xmas tradition, I took a picture of him and Patches together a few days ago for Xmas cards, and he is picking them up today. At least it will be one last fond memory of her.
We will miss you Patches. Rest in peace in doggy heaven.
We decided on a spot under the apple tree in my mom and dad's back yard. The soil here is almost entirely caliche, so we dug for a while, and now the ground is soaking in water because it's freakin hard. At least it will be a nice spot for her. I couldn't bear to bury her anywhere outside of town...just here at home.
She would have been 11 in February. My brother adopted her when she was about nine months old...she was an abused puppy, and he gave her a loving home. She was the only dog I have ever seen who could climb a pecan tree! Patches was a rat terrier I believe, but am not sure.
I know later in the day will be extra hard for Michael. As was Xmas tradition, I took a picture of him and Patches together a few days ago for Xmas cards, and he is picking them up today. At least it will be one last fond memory of her.
We will miss you Patches. Rest in peace in doggy heaven.
3 comments:
Oh that is so sad. She was such a good dog. I didn't know he had her that long! I'm very sorry....
Oh, no. I definitely didn't expect her to pass this quickly... and we were just talking about her last night.
Poor Uncle Mike.
I feel so bad for your brother. My baby is 15, so I can imagine what he must be going through. And right before Christmas. :(
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