
Who says trees can't talk?
POCO

1993 - 2007
Yesterday my husband picked up Poco from the vet hospital. We had decided to bring him home in the hopes that he would start eating once he was back with us in a familiar place. The vet closed at 2:00 and my husband had some things scheduled to do in the afternoon, so he brought Poco to the antique mall where I was working. I put Poco in his bed in a corner behind the check-out counter and covered him with his favorite blanket, and he went to sleep.
I kept checking on him and about two hours later I noticed that he was awake. I went over and started rubbing his head. After a couple of minutes, he started jerking a little bit, so I picked him up and was holding him tight and talking to him and kissing him, and suddenly his head dropped and he was gone. If he had to die, it was exactly the way I wanted it to happen, with him in my arms and me giving him love.
I want to particularly thank January, Sissy, Adamsdarling, Donna and Diane for their posts about Poco. It really helped to know that people cared.
Poco is now buried in our yard, but his loving spirit is still with us!
Hang in!