Saying goodbye to an old dog, sad

When it’s time to say goodbye, more than anything, I want to give my dog one very good day.

She’d wake and her tummy wouldn’t hurt. Her legs would get their spring again. She’d lick me awake to start the day.

The stairs would be easy for her. She’d get a good chunk of treats and chew them on her favorite blanket.

She’d stare through the window and her eyes would be unclouded. She’d bark at Igor taking his smoke break, and the UPS truck.

We’d go to the park. She’d run and I’d barely keep up. We’d play silly games and she’d bark and sniff and mark all over. She’d go home panting and happy, and she’d get her paws wiped and take a good long nap.

She’d be surprised that dinner is all her favorites: cheese, hard boiled eggs, chicken and rice. Her belly would be full.

We’d settle in for the night and she’d lick my face a hundred times before nesting by my feet. She’d get so many pets.

I’d kiss her as she closed her eyes. Good girl.

Good night. Sweet dreams. I love you.

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