RIP Fritz
This morning a got a phone call at about 7:20. In my pre-caffeinated haze, I thought that the girl on the phone was telling me that she fostered Medbh, our former lab, that I took to the shelter on Monday, and that Medhbh had mysteriously died over the night. It turns out that she was actually talking about my parents' dog Fritz, a 10 year old golden retriever that she was pet sitting on weekends instead of him being shut-up in the Kennel the whole time, while my 'rents are off in Egypt for three weeks. I was the emergency contact. Apparently he just laid down and died during the night.
Unfortunately, he is/was (I'm not quite sure what tense to use) a big dog, and she needed my help to get him to the Kennel. I'm not going into the details right now for the sake of the squeemish, but I might put it behind a cut later.
I'm not going to tell my parents yet, I'll wait unitl their trip is nearly over, and then send them a message instructing them to call me when they get back in the country.
He was a good dog. He'll be missed.
Unfortunately, he is/was (I'm not quite sure what tense to use) a big dog, and she needed my help to get him to the Kennel. I'm not going into the details right now for the sake of the squeemish, but I might put it behind a cut later.
I'm not going to tell my parents yet, I'll wait unitl their trip is nearly over, and then send them a message instructing them to call me when they get back in the country.
He was a good dog. He'll be missed.