Durbar's condition worsened so we got a vet to look at him again. The doc gave him a shot and an hour later I could see Durbar's lifeless body in the bricks in front of our house. We both were incredibly sad about the stupid dog, who we were planning on bringing back to the states for my sister, dying.
Sandy swore we would not name anymore dogs and definitely not fall in love with another. As we were walking home through the square, one of Durbars friends came up and wanted to be petted. Soon a little puppy joined him. I went off and got the hungry puppy some milk. When I got back, Sandy said this dog is Max...that promise lasted about an hour.
I guess life goes on...at least for us.