I'm Not Very Good at Goodbyes

A Tired Bjorn on the Porch
February 4, 2006 Raleigh, NC
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I sat on the back porch with Bjorn’s head in my lap.  My watch alarm had gone off a minute or so before but I had been putting it off.  Finally, making no motion to get up or any change to my voice I said, “Come on.  It’s time to go.”

Bjorn stood up readily for the first time in days, ready to go.  A ferw seconds later, at the sight of his leash he became almost energetic for a second.

The walk, however, only went as far as the backseat of my car.  He tried to get in, but his hips were not strong enough to allow him to climb in on his own.  I picked him up and helped him in.  Car rides had always been one of his favorite things.  They usually meant either a walk in the park or a visit to the vet, both of which meant good times with good people.

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