2 June 2015
Long Live the Hammer
The Hammer is dying.
Writing those words makes me feel better but they will not do anything for my third, my sweetest dog, the Hammer.
She is still doing alright. It is going to take some time. She is being medicated appropriately and being monitored so we are sure her euthanization does not happen later than it ought to.
Sonja and I were both saddened and surprised by what the veterinarian had to tell us. She has been doing great for a dog just entering her second decade of life.
The Hammer is a little older than the Dope City Free Press, a pup still when I wrote the first entry here December 23, 2005. I would have liked it if she were with me when I raise a glass to my computer screen to mark ten years writing this shit.
We have already begun taking her to her favourite places and sneaking her bits of her favourite food. I am thinking of taking her down to the homeless camp for one last big brown dinner. Cannot do much more than that for a sweet as good weed shit eating dog.
I was not feeling all that great about her situation, which she is facing stoically as any dog can, myself when I came home today so I put some music on. The latest Sabbath and a three cd set of a Velvets and Nico collection.
Once "Sister Ray" came on I felt alright. Lou Reed has always been there for me when I am down.