July 31st 2011 10:10 pm
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Dogs Don't Have Souls, Do They?
I remember bringing you home. You were so small and cuddly with your tiny paws and soft fur.
You bounced around the room with eyes flashing and ears flopping.
Once in a while, you'd let out a little yelp just to let me know this was your territory.
Making a mess of the house and chewing on everything in sight became a passion, and when I scolded you, you just put your head down and looked up at me with those innocent eyes, as if to say, "I'm sorry, but I'll do it again as soon as you're not watching."
As you got older, you protected me by looking out the window and barking at everyone who walked by.
When I had a tough day at work, you would be waiting for me with your tail wagging just to say, "Welcome home. I missed you. "You never had a bad day, and I could always count on you to be there for me.
When I sat down to read the paper and watch TV, you would hop on my lap, looking for attention. You never asked for anything more than for me to pat your head so you could go to sleep with your head over my leg.
As you got older, you moved around more slowly. Then, one day, old age finally took its toll, and you couldn't stand on those wobbly legs anymore. I knelt down and patted you lying there, trying to make you young again. You just looked up at me as if to say you were old and tired and that after all these years of not asking for anything, you had to ask me for one last favor. With tears in my eyes, I drove you one last time to the vet. One last time, you were lying next to me.
For some strange reason, you were able to stand up in the animal hospital, perhaps it was your sense of pride.
As the vet led you away, you stopped for an instant, turned your head and looked at me as if to say, "Thank you for taking care of me.
I thought, "No... thank you for taking care of me."
By Chuck Wells
August 19th 2007 4:48 pm
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I passed away yesterday. My human owner/mommy/ Deborah is crying a lot. I was not well and lived for over 14 years. The last year of my life slowly went down hill. Night before last I had an "accident" and got a little "mess" on my tail. Mommy/Deborah gave me a bath. (I love baths) I was so weak though, I fell face first into the water. Luckily mom was there to catch me. She cleaned me all up and kept me warm under the heating pad. It felt so good. Mommy offered me chicken, and she even warmed it up....but I wasn't hungry. The next day, Mommy took me to see the doctor. I don't like going to the doctor. I was nervous at first. But after a while. I just didn't care. My mommy held me a lot and gave me lots of kisses. The doctor checked me over and then mommy got to hold me again, all wrapped in a nice blanket and kept warm. Then the doctor took me with my blanket and we went to the back of the doctors. He give me something in my leg......and then.....I went to sleep.
Please help mommy. She is hurting so much and doesn't know what to do. She won't stop crying. She wishes she knows how to make those pictures like other people do with their dogs and wings when they go to heaven.
August 18th 2007 6:31 pm
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Kizzy is 14 yrs old. She hasn't been well over the last year. Slowly losing weight. Sleeping a lot. Some days good, others not so good. I believe she has arthritis too. She had a bad night last night. She needed a bath cuz she had an accident with her bowels. I kept her in a heating pad and stayed by her side all night. Today she is having difficulty walking or even trying to balance enough to do her "doggie" duties.
I took her to the vet. She was humanely euthanized. I am so so sad. I love her very much. She was suffering and it wasn't fair to keep her going, as her quality of life wasn't good.
Still, my heart is greiving, so, so much. We buried her here in our yard. And have a large stone in front of her grave. I will miss her.
How do you get over the loss of a beloved pet. My heart is breaking.
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