The Never-Ending Ramblings...

Nemo

Sadness has enveloped my soul. Taking over my lungs rendering my muscles immobile. How can the dying of a family pet produce such all-consuming emotion? About an hour ago Bryan noticed him laying in the back yard not chasing the truck as it drives along the fence as he usually does. We both raced out the back door. He’s ten years old we knew this day would come.

He struggles to inhale each breath unable to lift his head, stretching his neck and eyes in an effort to see the noises around him. We woke Laney up (student holiday) For the longest time the three of us sat there and patted him talking softly not even bothering to hold back tears. Poor Nemo. We put a make-shift tent over him to keep the sun off.

Now I’m at work, and Bryan just called saying Nemo growls when he tries to pick him up. I do not envy him, having the unpleasant task of putting Nemo down. My heart hurts for everyone.



Good-bye Nemo. We will miss you.