The Inevitable

Eric playing with his tire

I received an email yesterday from a fellow MOP. It was comprised of 47 questions that I had to answer and send back to her, as well as forward to other friends/family. One question was "When was the last time you cried?" My answer was about a week ago when Eric pooped in the kitchen.

It was 6:30 am and Eric had pooped in the kitchen overnight. While I was cleaning it up, he proceeded to poop again. My response was to just sob, but the tears weren't flowing because of the additional floor cleaning, but because this beautiful, proud dog was humiliated. He won't look at me and he hung his head. I sobbed because I knew he is not long for this world with his failing eyesight, hearing loss and arthritic hips. His dignity slowly goes each time he watches me clean his poop up or needs me to help him up the ramp to the house. This will most likely be his last Christmas and at two years old, I don't think Katie will remember her Where-ick. A dog that took delight in her generosity and clumsy eating habits. It is heartbreaking to see him slowly slip away. Excuse me, I need to go and wipe the tears from my cheeks.