.... it would be today.
It would be comforting to believe a heaven exists.
It would be nice to think you will see a friend again.
All I can say, without a doubt, my friend is no longer suffering here.
During a long hard week, my wife and I made the decision to put our dog to sleep.
Ten years ago, if you had told me I could be this emotionally attached to a dog, I would have laughed in your face. I'm not laughing now. I'm crying.
He was a 100# Golden Retriever, full of unconditional love, affectionately called "Butterball", "Knobby-noggin", and "Metronome" (the way his tail would knock rhythmically against the desk), he was, however, "Rocker". He lived a full life of 13 years for being such a large dog. He would go up to any human within sight as if to say "We're friends now! Pet me!"
He even had an impact on the staff at the vets' office. It seemed that there were more than one that came by just to say "Hi!" to Rocker. When it came time, there were 2 techs with the doc ... to hold him down in case he squirmed. They weren't necessary; we were there, mom and dad. He laid there, seemingly knowing and accepting, what was about to happen. We were the last things he saw as he drew his final breath.
I want to believe he will see me again.
I want to believe.
It would be comforting to believe a heaven exists.
It would be nice to think you will see a friend again.
All I can say, without a doubt, my friend is no longer suffering here.
During a long hard week, my wife and I made the decision to put our dog to sleep.
Ten years ago, if you had told me I could be this emotionally attached to a dog, I would have laughed in your face. I'm not laughing now. I'm crying.
He was a 100# Golden Retriever, full of unconditional love, affectionately called "Butterball", "Knobby-noggin", and "Metronome" (the way his tail would knock rhythmically against the desk), he was, however, "Rocker". He lived a full life of 13 years for being such a large dog. He would go up to any human within sight as if to say "We're friends now! Pet me!"
He even had an impact on the staff at the vets' office. It seemed that there were more than one that came by just to say "Hi!" to Rocker. When it came time, there were 2 techs with the doc ... to hold him down in case he squirmed. They weren't necessary; we were there, mom and dad. He laid there, seemingly knowing and accepting, what was about to happen. We were the last things he saw as he drew his final breath.
I want to believe he will see me again.
I want to believe.
