Nir
Mar-10-2005, 10:39 AM
Chance
Yesterday it was over. The syringe piston was inserted and within ten seconds you no longer knew I was still there, beside you, loving, embracing, shedding tears. Within a minute your heart stopped beating. The end of a wonderful eleven-year friendship, a period of service in which you gave everything; to me, to my family, to my children. One more caress you could no longer feel and I left quickly to deal with my conscience, to cry by myself, to hug my family.
From your first nights in our home, when I took you to sleep with me, to comfort you in your longing for the warmth and closeness of your mother and siblings, to your last difficult and painful weeks, lacking the mischievous and dignity that characterized your life, you brought us so much joy. You were always happy when we came, wagging not only your docked tail but your whole banana shaped body and you so enjoyed our caresses and hugs. You would run to bring a ball, daring us to try and grab it, not giving in triumphant in your small victory. From a small puppy exerting yourself to raise your front feet on the kitchen stool, to a big ten year old puppy, gracefully leaping over sofa with joy and excitement to be the first at the door on our arrival, you were a playful dog with a loving heart. I raised you and you raised my children, your adopted brothers who you accepted with so much love. You absorbed yourself in their attention and enjoyed their play and hugs.
The end is so sad. It was so sad to see your health deteriorating and your pain. The last day was very painful for me taking you out for the last time, feeding you for the last time how difficult it was for me to take the role of God and decide your destiny. I am not worthy. Although I understand it is my duty, that there is nothing more humane that I can do for you, my heart aches.
Even in your last moments you gave me your unlimited faith. Sit, and you sat, submissively, as though you understood, as though you knew. You were indifferent to my presence. Was this approval on your part? Was it your will?
I was asked and gave permission. I ordered the syringe piston inserted and within ten seconds you no longer knew I was still there, beside you, loving, embracing, shedding tears.
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Yesterday it was over. The syringe piston was inserted and within ten seconds you no longer knew I was still there, beside you, loving, embracing, shedding tears. Within a minute your heart stopped beating. The end of a wonderful eleven-year friendship, a period of service in which you gave everything; to me, to my family, to my children. One more caress you could no longer feel and I left quickly to deal with my conscience, to cry by myself, to hug my family.
From your first nights in our home, when I took you to sleep with me, to comfort you in your longing for the warmth and closeness of your mother and siblings, to your last difficult and painful weeks, lacking the mischievous and dignity that characterized your life, you brought us so much joy. You were always happy when we came, wagging not only your docked tail but your whole banana shaped body and you so enjoyed our caresses and hugs. You would run to bring a ball, daring us to try and grab it, not giving in triumphant in your small victory. From a small puppy exerting yourself to raise your front feet on the kitchen stool, to a big ten year old puppy, gracefully leaping over sofa with joy and excitement to be the first at the door on our arrival, you were a playful dog with a loving heart. I raised you and you raised my children, your adopted brothers who you accepted with so much love. You absorbed yourself in their attention and enjoyed their play and hugs.
The end is so sad. It was so sad to see your health deteriorating and your pain. The last day was very painful for me taking you out for the last time, feeding you for the last time how difficult it was for me to take the role of God and decide your destiny. I am not worthy. Although I understand it is my duty, that there is nothing more humane that I can do for you, my heart aches.
Even in your last moments you gave me your unlimited faith. Sit, and you sat, submissively, as though you understood, as though you knew. You were indifferent to my presence. Was this approval on your part? Was it your will?
I was asked and gave permission. I ordered the syringe piston inserted and within ten seconds you no longer knew I was still there, beside you, loving, embracing, shedding tears.
http://niralon.smugmug.com/photos/17242369-S.jpg http://niralon.smugmug.com/photos/3799223-S.jpg
http://niralon.smugmug.com/photos/17242402-S.jpg http://niralon.smugmug.com/photos/9681179-S.jpg