Thursday, August 26, 2010
I watched my 15 year old bulldog Clementine take her last breath. It was so much nicer than the thought of taking her to the vet or human society and having her put down. It was like she knew I couldn't do it. I have owned her for 9 years, a gift from her previous owner. Clementine killed all the previous owners chickens and once she got the taste for blood she couldn't stop. She didn't kill any chickens once she moved here but no lizards was safe. She would destroy railroad ties that the lizards hid under , just so she could have a taste. Her passing is the culmination of a bitter sweet year marked with divorce,bankruptcy,tumor surgery, death and possible disability. For me this marked a time to move on.