It’s not long for Ghost, I’m afraid. He’s getting more incontinent by the day and it’s clear he’s in pain. L is getting serious about euthanasia. So I had a talk with Neighbor D on Monday, asking if I could bum some help with his backhoe.
He came by through the wash and picked me up, and we rode to Boot Hill together.
Yes, we have an actual boot hill. Its name is “Boot Hill.”
So far there’s only one human in it. Barring some tragic accident or disease, it’s most likely that I’ll be the next one. A very long time from now.
What Boot Hill does have at present is quite a few pets. The first unburned body I buried here taught me the importance of grave depth – I ended up hauling some big rocks to discourage scavengers. With a backhoe there’s not much excuse for that. Ghost will rest undisturbed.
Nice and big and deep; I’ll bring my big tarp by to keep the erosion to a dull roar until L decides to do the deed.
On the way home, since he already had the tractor out of the barn, D took a pass at my driveway where it joins the wash. Driving it has been an adventure ever since that flood in July.
Didn’t take long at all to make the slope a bit less abrupt.
A few passes with the Jeep to pack down the loose sand, and we should be in much better shape.
Dogs (and some cats) make us better humans. Even when it’s hard. Y’all have my sympathy.
Well, hell. Kinda been expecting this kind of news for a while now, having had experience with many dog buddies over the years. When it comes, go easy Ghost. Enjoy Piddler’s Green, and thanks for being cantankerous.
Sorry to read this. Big hug to everyone.
This comes to everyone eventually. It’s hard, but the alternative is worse… at least for Ghost. My sincere sympathy. I’ve had to suffer the loss of so many wonderful companions over the years.
I’m sorry to hear that, Joel.
I appreciate the condolences, but it’s been a long time coming and anyway he’s not my dog.
And he has ATTITUDE! He has definitely been his own dog. Almost every picture you have taken of the old boy has been one of “Get that camera out of my face RIGHT NOW!”
I’ll miss him.
“Get that camera out of my face RIGHT NOW!”
With expletives, no doubt. Peace be with you Ghost.
Not your dog, sure, but at least your pal. Or hell, long time roommate if nothing else. Don’t kid yourself Joel, it’s gonna hurt when he goes, and that’s ok. Sorry for this.
Damn dogs don’t live near long enough.
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“What did I just tell you about that #@&& camera?!”