My oldest dog Simon died today. I put him in the kennel with the other dogs when I left today and when I just got home he was gone. I knew his health was failing, but it’s still hard. But I gave him 10 years he wouldn’t’ve had otherwise, and I’m grateful that I didn’t have to make the decision to have him put down, although maybe I should’ve done it earlier. But every night he enjoyed every bite of his food and would wait for the other dogs to finish so he could check their dishes.
I got Simon because the dogpound wasn’t even going to put him up for adoption. They thought no one would want a half-starved middle-aged doberman. Since they gave up on him, I had to take him home. That was ten years ago. He’s been sweet, calm, loving dog and a good friend. he’ll be missed.
Now I have to figure out how to dispose of his body. Simon weighs about 110 lbs and in the rocky Tennessee ground is hard to bury even a cat. It seems like providence sent another Doberman, Grace, just a month ago, when I found her dumped a half mile from my farm.