dear hilde

when i got there comet was barking on the back porch and when i got up he was standing with his paws on the sill looking in the kitchen window. inside mary was sitting in hilde's bed with her, crying. hilde was drooling and couldn't walk. it was our normal walk time and she wanted to go but she couldn't. i took comet and the fountain was turned off. he jumped in and looked where the water used to be. we went home and i carried hilde down to the yard. her rear end was wobbly. she could stand but she couldn't walk. she just stood looking toward the stairs like why. after she peed she faced the stairs and started to move and i carried her back up. 
i cry as i write. hilde and i have been together 11 years or so. i think she was even before mister. 
i feel like i haven't considered hilde's passing yet. she just seemed to keep on. i'll finally have to let the thoughts come. but now i have to walk mister. 

up dat. hilde can walk now! woo-hoo!