puppy

The puppy died this afternoon. Poor little guy, nobody wanted him. He got real quiet today, we thought it was because he finally got warm. Then I realized it had been quite a while since he cried to eat. So I tried to wake him up, and he just was too far gone, I guess. I kept telling him to try to wake up or he wouldn't make it, and I think it was just too hard, too many things against him. I am sure at this point it was the will of God, but you hate to see it. And you probably don't want to hear this all. But the poor little guy just laid in my hands, I talked to him to try to wake him, and he finally stood up and tried to get air, and couldn't try anymore. I know he is at peace now. A short little unwanted life.