Corso

I went today to the euthanasia of my friend's dog. He was 17 years old, tired, and it seemed like it was time. Just like me with my last dog who had to be put to sleep, my friend did not want to watch and I felt honored to be with dear old Corso in his last few minutes of life. He had a nice weiner like a good German dog, laid down in his bed and let the vet (who was kindness personified) do her thing. I was alone with him for a minute while no one else was around, and though he probably did not speak English I think at 17 he was a wise old fellow...I told him not to be scared, to just go to sleep and go toward the light. He went very peacefully and was wrapped in a beautiful white linen tablecloth for burial. It is always hard to say goodbye to an old, loyal friend. Auf wiedersehen Corso.