We who love our dogs, know at the bottom of our hearts when the time to part is near.
For some the day will come when they wake in the morning, find no familiar muzzle sniffing at their hand. Coming into the room finding their loved companion strangely quiet at their approach. Their fur somehow dishevelled and wrong looking. The reached out hand feels a hard coldness on that once warm body.
The lifeless body lies still and quiet forever.
For others there is a long decision time. You watch as your dogs eyes grow cloudy, the once strong legs that drove them on for miles on your walks, now shiver and quake as he stands. His walk is broken with a sudden crash as those legs now fail him. The day comes oh so fast when they fail to work completely and you know it is time to go.
Your heart aches as you take him on that last car journey together. Maybe your memory returns to the little excited puppy you brought home years ago. Bright eyed then, full of the chase,. You might think of the bulbs you planted one fall, those bulbs that suddenly reappeared on the living room carpet, chewed and broken. How the now grey muzzle had been covered with mud and dirt, he had pushed you to the floor in excited need of praise for his finding you your lost buried treasure.
Now he quietly lies. waiting with you as young pups, squeel at the new excitement of a vet's office.
You carry him to the waitng table, cold and hard, his last bed. As the liquid drains the needle he drowsily sleeps. Quiet now amidst the songs of squeeling puppies.
For some the day will come when they wake in the morning, find no familiar muzzle sniffing at their hand. Coming into the room finding their loved companion strangely quiet at their approach. Their fur somehow dishevelled and wrong looking. The reached out hand feels a hard coldness on that once warm body.
The lifeless body lies still and quiet forever.
For others there is a long decision time. You watch as your dogs eyes grow cloudy, the once strong legs that drove them on for miles on your walks, now shiver and quake as he stands. His walk is broken with a sudden crash as those legs now fail him. The day comes oh so fast when they fail to work completely and you know it is time to go.
Your heart aches as you take him on that last car journey together. Maybe your memory returns to the little excited puppy you brought home years ago. Bright eyed then, full of the chase,. You might think of the bulbs you planted one fall, those bulbs that suddenly reappeared on the living room carpet, chewed and broken. How the now grey muzzle had been covered with mud and dirt, he had pushed you to the floor in excited need of praise for his finding you your lost buried treasure.
Now he quietly lies. waiting with you as young pups, squeel at the new excitement of a vet's office.
You carry him to the waitng table, cold and hard, his last bed. As the liquid drains the needle he drowsily sleeps. Quiet now amidst the songs of squeeling puppies.
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