When I was very young and a child, I had this awesome friend who was a biker.
He had this beautiful dog who was missing a leg.
One day, when my mother and I were visiting the biker and his wife, I struggled for hours to try and create a plastic leg so the dog could walk better. I felt so much sorrow for the dog. He always kinda did a hopping motion when he ran.
But this dog had the heart of a lion.
I remember him looking at me, with a little twinkle in the eye that animals have when they love you.
I imagine the dog I write about has long since passed away.
But “All dogs to heaven.” I really believe that for this dog.