Dogs

Once, after a long day of third grade, I was delighted to find that my mom had bought a puppy while I was at school. He was a beautiful min-pin, whom we named Frisky Nebachadnezzar Dolan.

Last summer, we added a beautiful Shiba Inu named Taro to the mix, and life with our two dogs was swell.

This past Thursday, I was awakened in the night, to what I thought was going to be a life ending seizure to poor Frisk. He seems ok now, but I am not dumb. When a 15 year old dog has a seizure it's not a good sign.

This evening, while out for a walk, Taro was scared by a big dog, got loose from his collar, and bolted. By the time dad could reach the direction he ran, he was gone.

fifteen years of care free life with pets, and suddenly this. Frisky, I hope you live a while longer, at least til I move away, and don't have to be here when it happens. I want to remember the good times we shared, not your passing. And Taro, even though you bothered my Frisky, I still love you, and I desperately hope we can find you safe and sound.