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Barney walked slowly and every once in a while would his back leg dropped out from under him. He would look at me with the saddest face. Normally when we would get to the bend in the trail that led to the water, Barney would race to the gate and then race back to make sure I was coming. On this day he barely ambled along to the shoreline.
He didn't go out far, and he didn't stay in long, but he did it as if he knew he would never get the opportunity again. On the way out Barney stared at his feet. He looked sad and somehow seemed to know that the end was near. I took him home to warm him up and then let him feast on ice cream. His favorite food!