The Sad Case Of Orion

A couple of posts ago it was mentioned that Poppy was a sister. Unfortunately things weren’t to be.

In a street disconcertingly close to our house, Danae found a dog that was within minutes of dying. Unlike everyone else who passed by or refused to help – she carried the vomit and shit covered creature to the vets.

Over the next 4 days – with nightly visits from Danae – Orion started to slowly recover, and we made plans to bring him home. Of course D was now emotionally attached, and even I felt a bond, seeing his attempts to wiggle and roll over for us.

But the damage was already done.

My message for the culprit: there’s special treatment in Hell for dog poisoners.