The loss of a friend
Yesterday, my mom had back surgery. It turned out okay, but as soon as she went into the OR, we got a call in the waiting room. Our dog of 9 years, Billy, had died the night before.
My mom's surgery was in Kingston at 7am, so we had to stay there the day before. My brother in law was at the house when he called us at the hospital. My 7 year old neice found Billy laying at the bottom of the stairs. Billy was my younger brother's dog. He had him since he was 10 years old. He hasn't said much since he found out, nor has he eaten anything. He's just laying down in his room by himself. It's eerily quiet here without hearing Bill's claws clack against the hardwood floor.
He was a great dog and an even better friend. He will be greatly missed.
My mom's surgery was in Kingston at 7am, so we had to stay there the day before. My brother in law was at the house when he called us at the hospital. My 7 year old neice found Billy laying at the bottom of the stairs. Billy was my younger brother's dog. He had him since he was 10 years old. He hasn't said much since he found out, nor has he eaten anything. He's just laying down in his room by himself. It's eerily quiet here without hearing Bill's claws clack against the hardwood floor.
He was a great dog and an even better friend. He will be greatly missed.