What happens to dogs when they die?
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Last night I heard from my mom that my dog which I’ve had since I was 13 is on his way out. I’m pretty sure he’s got arthritis (even though he would never admit to it) and he’s got lumps forming on his chest. I suggested to her that she take him to the vet to get an expert opinion, but I know he’s not going to come back. My dad is probably acting like he’s happy the old mutt is finally going to stop digging holes in his garden, but he can’t fool me. I’ve seen him feed old yeller snacks when he thought nobody was looking.
Which begs the question - is he going to end up in that large garden up in the sky where he can dig holes and bury bones half-assedly to his heart’s content? I really hope so. I couldn’t have asked for a more loyal dog. Every time I brought a girl home he would either stand between her and I or he would stare at me with contempt in his eyes as if he were asking me “Why? Am I not good enough for you?”. He’s a class act. He’s 91, but he can still outrun me. I am 182 (in dog years) after all. At least.
Over the past 7 years I haven’t seen too much of him, just during the monthly visit to my parent’s house. Each time I arrived he’d be standing at the gate, anxiously awaiting my arrival after my mom told him that I’d be arriving soon. I’d always end up taking a bit of him home with me after each visit, seeing as he’d plaster shit around my car during the few hours I’d be there. It’s like he stored it up, anxiously awaiting me to grace his lawn with my transportation device - finally allowing him to relax his asshole. Maybe that’s why he was always so glad to see me… hmm.
I’m gonna miss you buddy. Hopefully you’ll still be around when I next get a chance to come through.
Edit: 26/02/08: He’s actually still alive. And moderately healthy. Thanks for caring.
