There, lifeless, waiting at the front door. The way his legs were stiffened and his mouth wide open told me his final moment was unpleasant. When I looked into his eyes what had once been my dog had gone far, far away the moment his heart stopped. What I saw was just a corpse; what was he was no longer he.
I found him there coming home from work, after digging out a foundation all day in the same kind of soil his corpse now rests Petrona saw him last, about to vomit on my bed. She took him outside, where he would eventually die.