Margi
Premium Member
We are missing the light that was Koko's sweet soul.
He had a stroke or accident or seizure a week ago Saturday. Instead of gaining strength in the following days, he got more unsteady when he walked. Thursday he threw up his meals, Friday evening he stopped eating. I was unable to get him to eat anything over the weekend, and drinking was minimal. He had shut down. We took him in this morning.
Daddy dog, I pray I made the right decision for you.
How I would love just one more time to
play "Footies on the Bed" with you.
watch you root and snoot the pillow till you got it just right.
get you an icecube when I'm making my drink.
watch you schmooze the seniors at the dog park out of every treat they had.
have you bitch me out for daring to feed you LAST.
have you jump on the bed and squeeze between us during a thunderstorm, and fall
asleep there because you were safe now.
see you stand so still and be so gentle while little children patted you.
be reminded emphatically it was time for breakfast or lunch or dinner.
see you up on the sitting wall, your favorite spot, barking orders and surveying the yard.
hold you, kiss your nose all up, and tell you how much I love you.
Last picture taken of Koko on Thursday evening, with the crippled little baby next door who adored Koko.
He had a stroke or accident or seizure a week ago Saturday. Instead of gaining strength in the following days, he got more unsteady when he walked. Thursday he threw up his meals, Friday evening he stopped eating. I was unable to get him to eat anything over the weekend, and drinking was minimal. He had shut down. We took him in this morning.
Daddy dog, I pray I made the right decision for you.
How I would love just one more time to
play "Footies on the Bed" with you.
watch you root and snoot the pillow till you got it just right.
get you an icecube when I'm making my drink.
watch you schmooze the seniors at the dog park out of every treat they had.
have you bitch me out for daring to feed you LAST.
have you jump on the bed and squeeze between us during a thunderstorm, and fall
asleep there because you were safe now.
see you stand so still and be so gentle while little children patted you.
be reminded emphatically it was time for breakfast or lunch or dinner.
see you up on the sitting wall, your favorite spot, barking orders and surveying the yard.
hold you, kiss your nose all up, and tell you how much I love you.
Last picture taken of Koko on Thursday evening, with the crippled little baby next door who adored Koko.
...my heart breaks for you. 
