My evening sucked and I feel like shit. →[More:]So
this blue eyed guy we tagged Shorty likes to hang out and chat with my cats. Tonight I was doing some planting and found him in the front yard covered with flies. I was crushed to see him but I figured I could at least give him a proper burial.
When I came back with a garbage bag to scoop him up his eyes flew open and he ran about 6 feet. I put my gardening gloves on and approached him. He could hardly hold his head up but he always found the strength to run from me. I tried to go around him and never quite got there. Finally he disappeared under someone's porch.
His friend, a half brother to
my Whitey Ford died this April. I fear Shorty will not survive this night and die alone. I really hate that I could do nothing for him.