Dead Dogs

It was one of those warm (almost 60 degrees!) sunny days in late fall that we who live in upstate NY treasure. Today was also the day that Red, our dog, died. (To be honest I debated with myself whether or not to write about it, but then I figured that dying was part of living and should be included.) Anyway, Red was a wonderful dog and was almost 14 which is old for a large dog. Living with us obviously worked for him!

Tears or not, the reality is we had a dead dog to bury, something we can do in the country. (Even though digging the hole was an effort, we must have it easy compared with you folks in the city - what on earth do you do?) Anyway, my plan to take out part of a flowerbed next spring quickly got fast-forwarded and Red ended up there. It was a good place for him as he always wanted to be close to me when I gardened. Other past dogs are buried by the compost pile (their favorite place) but Red was never much of a garbage hound and besides we couldn't remember exactly where we'd put them (a hazard with getting older and having outlived multiple dogs & cats). Will we get another dog? Not if our cat has anything to say about it!