I had been informed that Ernie, the little beagle/corgi mix who adopted us when we moved into the Western ave. house, is not doing well. He’s about 16 now, and the end is in sight. I was invited to have one last visit with him.
Returning to Glendale is like getting into a time machine – NOTHING has changed. I even parked in my old spot at the curb – too many conflicting emotions to count.
But the li’l guy was in the backyard. He had mellowed a lot, but the same sweetness is there.
Sweet guy.
I spent 45 minutes with him. He is too feeble to go on walks anymore. I leashed him up and opened wide the gate, and he just ho-hummed, so I didn’t push it.
