Sitting here on the porch with Cady’s head in my lap, as usual, my hand caressing her soft silky fur. Watching away the beautiful fall day, a lonesome fluffy cloud drifts by contrasting with the blue sky and the fall colors. A vulture floats past and circles in the thermals, does it sense death is in the air? A cat walks across the yard, Cady lifts her head but doesn't stir, her legs unable to hold her weight from the sudden onset of terminal cancer. It seems like only yesterday we brought this black and white puppy into our lives. It was just last week I took the dogs out on her now last hunting trip. She just followed me around, thinking she was getting old, I let her. Three days ago she was acting like a puppy again as her and Thai were goofing around as usual. Now today she cannot stand, so we sit on the couch, me afraid to leave as she might go without me being there and her wanting to be in the flower bed, her favorite place to lull away the day. I have succumbed and put her in the Hosta bed after another failed attempt of getting her to pee.
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