Last Days

Last Days

He would still bark when strangers approached our door. The bark was not the bark I knew, the healthy bark of a dog in his prime. His illness had taken a toll on him and it showed. Rubio’s job, his built-in ability, was to protect his home. He did it up until the end. When the men came to take him, he protested. He had no idea he was not going to come back to his home, but he didn’t like being taken by strangers. He was Rubio, the strongest German shepherd of them all!

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