Posted 07-23-2004 at 12:53:24
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Yesterday evening, my 7 year old great grand daughter stopped by with her chihuahua dog, Putzy. She commenced to tell me that Putzy was having a lot of trouble getting up off the floor, sometimes, and that was why she was carrying him around.
I said, "Poor ole boy has arthritis, I guess! I can sympathize with him!" She went on to say that he was 18 years old and was a very good dog. Now, this old dog, once black, is about 3/4 grey, and obviously has cataracts, as there is a deep whitish glaze in both eyes.
We talked about the old fellow, and how he had surely had a good long life, and it was not going to be long until he would be in dog's heaven. She leaned over and kissed the top of his head, and said, "I know that, mama told me, but I don't want him to die just yet!"
Are we ever ready?