Creek Running North

Aw, Chris.  I’m sorry.

Aw, Zekey.  I’m so sorry, Chris and Becky.  He’s a good old pal, and it’s such a helpless feeling to watch a good old pal slip away by inches.

Good Boy, Zeke.  You’re a good dog.

Aw, I’m sorry, Chris.

Poor puppy.

Oh, Chris. I’m so sorry.

Oh, no. I’m so sorry.

Oh Zeke you poor fella, you were such a cool one when you came to visit long ago, hard time for you Chris and Becky been there too many times ourselves,don’t let him suffer. Prayers!

Positive thoughts are winging their way to you (and Becky, and most of all Zeke) even as I type.  I’m so sorry.

Oh, sweetie. Que tristeza. Lo siento mucho.

I’m tearing up, man. I remember exactly how I felt when Max could not get up. For months, he struggled, and managed it, and when he was up, it was OK. I’m plugging for you, Zeke.

At times like these, I wish our pets could have the lifespans of giant tortoises.  I’m still not over the loss of my dogs over the years.  Best of luck, Chris and Zeke.

Para-re-phrasing the Art and Paul:
Slip sliding away, slip sliding away
You know the nearer your destination,
the more you slip sliding away
Whoah and I know a man,
he came from my hometown
He wore his passion for his dog
like a thorny crown
He said ol’ zeke, I live in fear
My love for yous so overpowering,
Im so afraid that you will disappear
Slip sliding away, slip sliding away
You know the nearer your destination,
the more you slip sliding away

Please.

Oh, Jesus, I’m sorry.

I couldn’t see the photo earlier at work - my school district netnannies most images - but I see it now, and it breaks my heart.

He’s a good boy.

hello chris and becky,

it sounds a bit lame to me, but my thoughts and my sympathies are with you right now.

so, please!, try not to add self-cruelty to the misery of the next few days by regretting stuff done or not done with your dog. your care and concern for his well-being have always seemed all too apparent.

Poor ZEKE!  My thoughts are with you, Chris.

Chris,
I join the long list of people pulling for ol’ Zeke.  Hang in there, little buddy.

Oh, Chris.  I just found this series of posts on my blogfeed. Poor Zeke. I’m off to read the others now - my thoughts are with you.