This is my Parky. Sometimes known as Gusta, Gusta Park, Parks’n Wildlife.
Parky is my 2nd dog. He is Legs 5, 6, 7 and 8.
Parky came from Whyalla. He came from a rehoming vet. They called him Hans. They didnt like him much.
I took Dawson to the vet place to choose a brother or sister.
Dawson was a 1 year old and needed siblings. I thought anyway.
I took him to choose. He chose Parky.
The vet nurses were surprised. They said he had been a camp dog and badly treated.
We didnt care. Dawson and I. We took him home to Port Augusta.
He looked like a rat. Small and skinny and very afraid of me.
For 2 weeks he hid from me. Dawson was his only friend.
They slept together, ate together, played together.
Eventually he came to me too.
He loved the beach and trips to Adelaide to see his cousin dogs and his Grandy. My mum.
He ate well. He exercised and played. He chased people on bikes and women in skirts. He bit a man who was gardening for no reason at all. He slept like a log but with one ear on alert.
My hyper-vigilant dog.
They were happy years.
Back in the present tense…
They all love each other so much.
Never a fight between them.
Parky has a bad pancreas. It wont get better. He is sick.
He has tried hard for 3 months to get better but he can’t.
Soon I need to make a decision.
I need to decide when to make our 16 Legs only 12.
Parky saw the vet today. She said if he eats tonight it is a good sign.
He won’t. He tries. He can’t.
No one knows how old he is. I’ve had him for 6 and 1/2 years.
Maybe he is old. He has a grey face. He looks old.
Im glad I took him home. Im glad he had some good years.
I hope it’s nice on Rainbow Bridge.