Archive for November 8th, 2009

Good Night, Buckley

Sadness has settled into me like a chest cold. We put our doggie down this morning. Buckley was 14 years, 4 months old. The vet at the emergency clinic was compassionate about it. “He’s gone,” she told us, listening to Buckley’s chest with a stethoscope after the second injection. For 14 years, I’ve been correcting people. Buckley was a “she.” But I just didn’t have the energy to do it […]

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