First to make the decision, then to have to go do it. I’ve been there, and it’s moment one never forgets.
And of course you want to be there since that little, loyal creature was always there for you. But you may as well pull your heart out of your chest and leave it sputtering on the kitchen table.
Lehigh Blake was a sweet, funny Boston Bulldog that always made me think of dice…black and white…with a little head like a cue ball. I’d see them in the morning, Joan patiently waiting as she sniffed and rolled along the hills and dales of Central Park.
She was introduced to me way back when as her grandchild, something that made me laugh since, despite a tail and a couple of extra legs, was quite simply the truth.
How lucky her son was, his mom was there to take her, knowing she was in such good hands….grace for any pet owner happy it’s being loved in their perpetual absence. The affection exchanged was very obvious….I’m there for you Gram, and I know you’re there for me.
It’s always a risk to love something, anything….even if it’s a pair of shoes that without warning, might get caught in the rain.
To open yourself up to a animal who knows no guile…no tricks of the trade except to accept you no matter what you bring to the table, despite this unfortunate downside, is well worth the pain you’ll reluctantly admit later, when you have to let them go.
You get to do that for them…say…I love you so much I’ll release you from this…wishing when your time came…someone, compassionately, gently, would do the same for you.
Godspeed little girl.