Thunder died tonight under my roof in the living room lying on my green quilt. Nick and Lexi had visited not one hour before and I, when Nick left for work, watched Monk on tv while our family pet, loyal and devoted and never demanding, breathed his last. Earlier i had stroked his beautiful brindle-colored fur while he inspired deeply. I should have known the death pattern and that he was close. Thank goodness Nick saw to coming over after work. We'd planned to meet in the morning and help one another to get him to the Hammond Hills Vet Hospital. Instead, we took shovels and Thunder's body, which we placed in the back of the Dodge Neon and transported it into the tall brush, near the abandoned turkey stand, to a portion of Arthur's field on this mid-Saturday morning and buried him in the moist soil, each taking turns to reach the desired depth of about 4 feet. It was hot and it took about an hour and we were caked in sweat and clay filled the soles of our shoes. We said a few words for our beloved Thunder and then covered the wrapped body.
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