Did you ever notice Easter ends up being a sad time of the year rather than happy? I’ve had two family members and my pet dog, King, pass away at Easter time. I came home for the weekend and my mom tells me she has some bad news, King passed away two days before but she wanted to tell me in person.
About 3 weeks ago I had a dream that King died; then I had another dream right after and then I remembered I had dreamed King died and was sad all over again. I told my mom and friends about the dream and about a week or two ago my mom told me King wasn’t doing well. He was 13, which is an old man for a Labrador Retriever, and he already had arthritis and lost 10 pounds in a year. When she took him to the vet last month she found out he had an infection and they put him on glucosamine and some pain meds. Tuesday my mom told me he wasn’t doing well but she didn’t say how bad he was and she didn’t really know. King didn’t eat anything at all Tuesday so that evening Paul made him eggs. King was really excited about the eggs, drooling and everything but he didn’t eat a bite. So Paul put him outside that night and wrapped him in a blanket and he passed away peacefully that night. Paul even dug a hole and buried him in our backyard.
I was so excited to come home and see King this weekend; I told everyone I was worried about him. I was hoping I would get to see him because I knew it would be soon. The freaky part is I dreamed the night before that King died while in my car. We got King when I was 10 years old and I remember picking him out with my mom, dad, and brother. I wanted King because he had a white stripe down his neck. My dad named him King because our first dog was named Arthur and together you have King Arthur. King was a Steelers fan, he had a Steelers bandanna he wore during football season.
R.I.P. King
