I had to break the news to the house owners about an hour ago. (I waited before since it was only like half a day before they got back from vacation, I figured I'd let them have the end of that since we'd already taken the dog to the vet to preserve her body until they got back anyway.) They took it pretty well.... Like I said, it wasn't unexpected. But still....
I can't help but wonder about something. I tend to think that animals know when they're about to die, as long as it's something natural. They always seem to do strange things right at the end.... The dog died while I was out of the house, and when I got back I saw that she wasn't in her usual spot, the spot she was
always in, and once I saw that my heart sank. I found her curled up by the back door, a spot she was
never in, like she was just sleeping, but she was already gone by then. She purposefully went over there, and I knew as soon as I saw that she had moved that it had happened. Why did she choose that spot, of all places? What did it mean to her? No one will ever know, could ever know... but I like to think that it means that she made peace with it, that she knew what she had to do to go out how she wanted to. I'll just always wonder....
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