Today has been hard for me. This time last year was when Elvis was put to sleep due to the rate the cancer was spreading through his body. Fortunately, he was not in pain but was starting to loose control of his bowels, started vommiting and was deteriating at an alarming rate. I could tell he was embarrased by it.
Elvis was my companion for almost 12 years. He had no special qualities other than he was a good friend. Few who met him did not love him instantly - there was something about him.
I know that when he awoke he felt no more pain. He was restored to the dog that lives in my heart. I know he is playing and sniffing and napping and we will be reunited again.
That picture was taken just a few days before he died.
I still have his ashes in a box. He is on the bookcase so I can see him when I am sitting on the couch. I told myself that I would bury his ashes by the oak tree we planted last year, but I may put him in an urn or maybe even an Elvis cookie jar or something. He would think that was funny. Anyways, I think I like the idea of having him in the house with me.
I'm very sad.
Elvis was my companion for almost 12 years. He had no special qualities other than he was a good friend. Few who met him did not love him instantly - there was something about him.
I know that when he awoke he felt no more pain. He was restored to the dog that lives in my heart. I know he is playing and sniffing and napping and we will be reunited again.
That picture was taken just a few days before he died.
I still have his ashes in a box. He is on the bookcase so I can see him when I am sitting on the couch. I told myself that I would bury his ashes by the oak tree we planted last year, but I may put him in an urn or maybe even an Elvis cookie jar or something. He would think that was funny. Anyways, I think I like the idea of having him in the house with me.
I'm very sad.