04/08/07
It is almost 7am Easter Sunday morning; I’ve gone to the kitchen table to study Spanish. I look outside and see Jackson, the kid’s dog, lying in an unusual position. I can’t see him breathing. I’m feeling nauseas as I call out his name with no response. As I walk up to him I find him cold and stiff. He was a great dog!!! I have no idea how I’ll tell the kids. Just last night, Cassidy, the team and I were stuffing candy into plastic Easter eggs for the village kids for a fun day after church. Now it wouldn’t be such a fun day for my kids especially thinking one of the locals—that we are here helping could have poisoned our dogs. I had just buried Beano, another great dog on Thursday. This morning it was our dog.
It is almost 7am Easter Sunday morning; I’ve gone to the kitchen table to study Spanish. I look outside and see Jackson, the kid’s dog, lying in an unusual position. I can’t see him breathing. I’m feeling nauseas as I call out his name with no response. As I walk up to him I find him cold and stiff. He was a great dog!!! I have no idea how I’ll tell the kids. Just last night, Cassidy, the team and I were stuffing candy into plastic Easter eggs for the village kids for a fun day after church. Now it wouldn’t be such a fun day for my kids especially thinking one of the locals—that we are here helping could have poisoned our dogs. I had just buried Beano, another great dog on Thursday. This morning it was our dog.
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