About a dog
So, about a week ago my dogs started barking very early in the morning and we discovered it was because a little puppy entered from under the garage door. So after a little debate my sister decided to bath him and feed him…
After a few days started getting sick, didn’t eat or drink much, we called the vet, gave him medicine but it kept going bad, couldn’t hold anything in his stomach at all. My mom kept it in a pillow with a Francis of Assisi stamp near her when it was time to sleep. Every once in a while it gather enough strength to stand up and walk, slowly following me around.
About an hour ago it died.
My brother had named it Ronin for the whole stray dog and no masters thing.
And…basically I’m sad.
That’s all, good night.
(art by ppleong)