I remember coaxing my dog, Pepper, to life again, when he inexplicably refused to eat or drink for a few days and simply lay down all the time. Man, that was one depressed dog. He eventually started to eat again after my several attempts at coaxing him. Pepper was an old favorite dog of mine and I say was because Pepper died when I was in college. He was poisoned apparently and my sisters found his body in the morning. (This post is being increasingly difficult to write...)
Life became a little brighter again with my increasing attachment to Lucky, my black and white mini bundle of terror. I love all my dogs, Patches, Paddy + Coco (whom I haven't even seen yet) and it's funny how much I realize this a whole South China Sea away from them and all it took was one dog lying by the roadside, quietly waiting to die alone.