Dadgum. That's terrible.
Hopefully he didn't have to
suffer much.
A man I hunted with years ago
had diabetes before I ever knew
him, but it was controllable at
that time. He did good for a
couple of years, then lapsed
back into smoking one cigarette
after another, and guzzling beer
like they were going to quit
making it.
A couple of years more of that
and he lost half of his foot,
then not long after the rest of
it, then the lower leg. Last time
I saw him alive, most of the right
leg was gone, and the left side
was dark purple and ready to
go. Wasn't long after that I
saw him at his service.
Sad thing for anyone
