Home Again

I come home to my dog peeing on the floor and a conversation about putting him to sleep. Pongo, my 13 (almost 14)-year-old Doberman, has tumors all over his body, and he just has this sick look about him--Despite his happy face. This conversation sparked many emotions for me. I know that Pongo is in a lot of pain and his kidneys are about done in and it makes me feel relieved that he might get put out of his pain. At the same time, this is the dog that I grew up with. He's practically my little brother from a different species and the idea of him not being around practically terrifies me.

I have a feeling that, for the next while, Pongo will be the topic of most of our conversations, including the one I'm having with my father as I type this out.

Baylee Jayde says hi, by the way.