I Smell Like Death

Our beloved Sugar, age 17 years and 9 months, left home today for doggy heaven, packing her valise with memories of joy, loyalty and endless worship of roast chicken and beef.

So many tears. I held her on my chest. She clung to life until Dan arrived home from his leg of the Maine journey. 

It’s Daddy, I said. I passed her to his arms and she soon took her last shallow breaths. 

I smell like death--she shook and gasped sometimes and threw up on me. Look to the heavens. I see a doggy angel winging her way, taking our hearts with her.