Jan 13, 2011 01:06
Yesterday, I went home very briefly.
I didn't see my parents. I just picked up a few things and ate.
And as I sat and ate at the kitchen table, Gatsby came up to me and coughed like he wanted to tell me something.
I've never really had a "Lassie" moment with any dog, but I honestly felt like Gatsby was trying to tell me something, so I followed him to Zach's room. There in the room was a Kong toy. it's oval shaped, so it doesn't bounce in a normal fashion when it lands on the ground.
I realized what Gatsby wanted. He wanted to play.
I went outside and Gatsby and Daisy followed. I threw the ball out and Gatsby and Daisy would make chase. It was interesting. Gatsby has been so calm in recent years, it was refreshing to see him lively.
We played for about twenty minutes and then I left.
I know it's a terrible thought, but I feel having done that, were Gatsby to die tomorrow, I would feel he died happy.