On Doorman, the 17-yr-old Rottweiler - German Shepherd cross. I think a lot of us can relate. :)
He has a strong penchant for sitting by the front door. He did it back home, and he does it now at the shack. He likes to sit where it's nice and warm, and he doesn't let anyone in. This is because he finds it hard to move on account of the fact that he's so old.
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He's happy when the sun throws warmth on him through the flyscreen door. He's happy to sleep there and move on a forward slant when I try to shut the wooden door at night. At times likes that, I love the hell out of that dog. I love the hell out of him anyway. But Christ, he stinks.
I suppose he'll die soon. I'm expecting it, like you do for a dog that's seventeen. There's n o way to know how I'll react. He'll have faced his own placid death and slipped without a sound inside himself. Mostly, I imagine I'll crouch there at the door, fall onto him, and cry hard into the stench of his fur. I'll wait for him to wake up, but he won't. I'll bury him. I'll carry him outside, feeling his warmth turn to cold as the horizon frays and falls down in my backyard. For now, though, he's okay. I can see him breathing. He just smells like he's dead.
He has a strong penchant for sitting by the front door. He did it back home, and he does it now at the shack. He likes to sit where it's nice and warm, and he doesn't let anyone in. This is because he finds it hard to move on account of the fact that he's so old.
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He's happy when the sun throws warmth on him through the flyscreen door. He's happy to sleep there and move on a forward slant when I try to shut the wooden door at night. At times likes that, I love the hell out of that dog. I love the hell out of him anyway. But Christ, he stinks.
I suppose he'll die soon. I'm expecting it, like you do for a dog that's seventeen. There's n o way to know how I'll react. He'll have faced his own placid death and slipped without a sound inside himself. Mostly, I imagine I'll crouch there at the door, fall onto him, and cry hard into the stench of his fur. I'll wait for him to wake up, but he won't. I'll bury him. I'll carry him outside, feeling his warmth turn to cold as the horizon frays and falls down in my backyard. For now, though, he's okay. I can see him breathing. He just smells like he's dead.
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I was gonna check this out of my library because of your rec post, but now with this ONE TINY EXCERPT OF DOOM, you have convinced me not to.
...Eeep.
And, I think you won't mind the spoiler, but the Doorman does not die. In fact, he ends up being a quite content 18-yr-old dog by the end of the book.
That's the only part regarding death of the Doorman.