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. ...