Rainy Sunday

It had been cloudy all day but it really started to darken up and get breezy just as I was finishing the hole. About 2.5 feet x1 foot x4 feet it didn't look like much, just a hole in the ground next to the pomegranate tree. I looked up at the sky, sighed, and went to drag a piece of tin over to keep the hole from filling with water should it start to rain while I was gone. Then I got in the truck and headed over to the vet's office. The vet wasn't open on Sunday but one of his assistants would be there. She was sympathetic and said she had been pulling for him but it was to no avail. I had gotten the call earlier that day that sometime between 0615 and 0845 my dog had died. He had been bitten by a snake Weds afternoon/evening. By late weds night his head had swollen to the size of a basketball. It came down the next day but stayed about twice normal size. He just never recovered. Perhaps if I had had an extra $500 to spend on anti-venom things would have been different. But who cares about maybes? The asssitant brought me the towel wrapped and trashbagged bundle. I offered her the towel back but she said I could keep it. She also had his collar. As I carried him to the car the rain finally began to fall. I sat the sad bundle on the front seat and drove home. When I got here I put the other dogs into the house, I didn't need them sniffing around right now. Then I moved the tin and brought the dog from the truck. I took him out of the trashbag and put his collar on him, gently layed him down in the hole and filled it in. I went inside and got a bag of wild flower seeds and spread a handfull or two on the freshly turned earth. The rain was still falling.




RIP BEADLE