In which there's a damper on the whole damn weekend...
When Mom didn't show up for Mini Flag Night last night, I knew something was wrong...
Sure enough, she just called to confirm the news that Zack passed away yesterday afternoon. Her neighbor-guy took care of him so she wouldn't have to, but she's still pretty broken up about it.
As am I. At his old age and depleting health, it wasn't much of a shock. But it's still a huge bummer. Pardon the vernacular, but I'm gonna miss the little son of a bitch...
I had to break the news to Mickie, which was hard, but we both took comfort in the fact that Twiggy will take care of him, up in the Happy Hunting Grounds. In fact, I just imagined her meeting him at the Pearly Gates or the Rainbow Bridge or wherever it is that pets meet their loved ones, and she'd have a bottomless box of doggie treats in one hand and his favorite pink 'go-fetch' ball in the other...
Dangit, I'm crying again. I don't know if there's pain in little comforts, or little comforts in pain...
I haven't lost a pet like this in a long time. Yes, he was mine. He was my brother-dog. Even though we have Buddy (his son) around, and will for several years to come, Buddy doesn't have the personality Zack did.
I gotta mop up and clean up the house a little more and get into a football state of mind. (And OU better win today - I can't take another bummer like this. Not on the weekend.)
Sure enough, she just called to confirm the news that Zack passed away yesterday afternoon. Her neighbor-guy took care of him so she wouldn't have to, but she's still pretty broken up about it.
As am I. At his old age and depleting health, it wasn't much of a shock. But it's still a huge bummer. Pardon the vernacular, but I'm gonna miss the little son of a bitch...
I had to break the news to Mickie, which was hard, but we both took comfort in the fact that Twiggy will take care of him, up in the Happy Hunting Grounds. In fact, I just imagined her meeting him at the Pearly Gates or the Rainbow Bridge or wherever it is that pets meet their loved ones, and she'd have a bottomless box of doggie treats in one hand and his favorite pink 'go-fetch' ball in the other...
Dangit, I'm crying again. I don't know if there's pain in little comforts, or little comforts in pain...
I haven't lost a pet like this in a long time. Yes, he was mine. He was my brother-dog. Even though we have Buddy (his son) around, and will for several years to come, Buddy doesn't have the personality Zack did.
I gotta mop up and clean up the house a little more and get into a football state of mind. (And OU better win today - I can't take another bummer like this. Not on the weekend.)