What a crappy summer. I'm so glad that it's over. I'm really missing my dear old golden retriever, Falkor, who I had to put down four weeks ago. I find myself alone in my grief, as my partner is just not an animal person. Sigh. I suppose time will make me feel better.
He was such a sweet, dear friend. I've never met a more gentle dog. So patient with young puppies, kids and basically all forms of life. Some low-life scum had abused him when he was a pup, so it took a bit of time to get him to relax when he came into my life at nine months.
I hope that some day I'll remember more of the good memories. At this point I'm still stuck on his final, very sick, days. I can't get the sight of the vet giving him his final shot while I held his head out of my mind. Damn.
I miss you "big Fella". :-(
