RIP Ceasar
Oh God, why? I have to bury my puppy today. My confidante. My best friend. Guard dog, cuddle buddy, walking partner….my best friend Ceasar. Yesterday I spend the majority of the day clearing the weeds out of my garden. As my 13 year-old neighbor Kesa made valentine’s cards in my doorway, the sun started setting and we decided it was time to clean up and head over to Lorato’s for dinner. As I approached the house, I heard a scratching noise. “Ceasar, stop it”. I yelled in the house. It didn’t stop. When I went inside, I found him convulsing on the floor behind my couch in a pool of foam and feces. I didn’t know what to do. I screamed for Kesa to go get Lorato. I tried to hold him still. I didn’t know what else to do. Lorato came. She brought him outside and poured some milk in his mouth with hopes that the jolting would stop. It didn’t stop. The entire village’s power had b