The Death of Zan

Several weeks before he died, zan tried to bite me. He'd grown listless and stopped for long stretches of time. Had he actually managed to bite me, it could have been serious. Zan was old, and there was nothing to be done about that. I struggled trying to decide what to do and how to do it. What settled the matter was zan himself,. on a morning three weeks after doctor anthony's visit, zan allowed himself to be led from his now more barn like house. The place smelt of manure, urine and uneaten feed. i did this the only way i knew how. I shot him and had his body buried in the field