Goodbye to a friend

V-Man's beloved friend and companion, the puppy I gave him 16 years ago has died. He called me last Friday and told me to tell my son that if he wanted to see Dart again, he's better come down to the farm soon. My son worked until Tuesday, and V-Man brought Dart in to the vet on Monday. Dart was failing, couldn't get up and seemed distressed despite everything V-Man could do for him. My son had seen Dart a couple of years ago when V-Man and his girlfriend (now the ex who gave us the washer and dryer) had us over for a BBQ. That was the summer I was on that crazy 300-700 calorie a day diet and couldn't eat anything they had. Dart really liked the BBQ, as you can imagine!

V-Man lives alone and isolated on the farm. Dart was truly his friend and companion and will be missed. He was a good dog. Even as a little puppy he came with us on our early newspaper routes and heeled without a leash. V-Man's best friend went with him to the vet. They brought Dart back home and buried him on the farm beside his doggie friend Ren, who died about four or five years ago. I'll have to get out there soon, after the closing and moving are done, to pay tribune.

I actually found out about it on Tuesday, and this is Thursday. But it's been so hectic and crazy that I haven't had time to really process the fact. It's sad, really sad. I do hope there is such a thing as a doggie heaven, Dart has earned it.