so, on the last day of my adventure i finally got to see my dog again. he's a full blood chow, about 12 years old. he's getting cataracts and has lost a lot of energy.
it's been over two years since last i saw him, but he immediately recognized me. he came up and immediately nuzzled up against me, and i began petting him, and he thumped his leg.
chows were raised in china to fight bears. as such, he never had good eyesight, as bears are large. but now he just stares off into the distance, and gets by on smell. he still loves to be petted, though.
my last night i went to bed, and he curled up beside the bed, just like he used to do when i was 14. i must have pet him for hours.
i know that is probably the last time i will ever see him again.
it's been over two years since last i saw him, but he immediately recognized me. he came up and immediately nuzzled up against me, and i began petting him, and he thumped his leg.
chows were raised in china to fight bears. as such, he never had good eyesight, as bears are large. but now he just stares off into the distance, and gets by on smell. he still loves to be petted, though.
my last night i went to bed, and he curled up beside the bed, just like he used to do when i was 14. i must have pet him for hours.
i know that is probably the last time i will ever see him again.
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alyssum:
That is the single most completely depressing journal entry I have ever read. And that's saying alot around here. 
hansel:
If it's any consolation, it sounds like he had a really great life. 