Satch loved to run. The neighbors really enjoyed watching him when he got loose. He'd take off at top speed, legs and ears flopping all over the place. And he'd run and run till he was ready to come home.
Once he started getting seizures, he kind of slowed down a bit so I didn't think much of putting him outside on a day when they were really bad and he was losing control of himself. But, apparently, once outside he remembered the joy of running and off he went, never to be seen again. I hope he ran and ran till he just dropped. I picture him in heaven, just like this, pure joy all over his face and ears just flopping away.
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