#83 Brokenhearted: My Dog is Gone

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I took Lulu to the beach for a last walk on Sunday. I planned on letting her walk around some areas near a lagoon where she always desired to go and sniff around. I was ready to be down there with her as long as she wanted. Sadly, less than a half-hour into the walk Lulu’s left leg failed and she immediately collapsed to the ground. She was in such discomfort that she refused to even budge. I called Ben to come help me gather her up and carry her home. While waiting for Ben I laid on the sand to talk to Lulu and stroke her graying coat. About twenty minutes later, as Ben was arriving, she determinedly, yet gingerly, stood up and pointed her nose towards home. I think that was my cue.