T -2:30

There are services that will come to your house and put your pet out of its misery.

One will be here in 2 and a half hours.

Today I dug my first grave.

10 thoughts on “T -2:30

  1. Girl from the North Country

    What Rob Caldecott said. If she was scared of you both, it probably means it had gone to her brain. And if that’s happened, and there’s no more pleasure in life (not even butter! not even affection from her people!) then life’s not worth living and she’s lucky she had you guys to make this decision and her misery will soon be over. Yours will take longer. Again, I’m so sorry.

  2. Jewish Steel

    The visiting vet is such a mercy. I was glad Shiva, my 17yo basenji, was able to go in her own home. Even though her mind had largely gone. Their little lives are too short.

    It’s a dark time, mourning a family member. We’re thinking of you here.

  3. Cris (without an H)

    So sorry to read about this, old fellow. These are the hardest times. They are such a huge part of our lives, they are our family. We know all along we will outlive them, but it is so hard to let them go.

    One of the most beautiful odes to a dying pet I’ve ever seen was by Chris Clarke, when his beloved Zeke was at the end. This poem was meant to be illustrated with Chris’ photostream, but the original blog post is long gone.

    I would be your legs for ever, if you would have it.
    I would hold your head for ever on my shoulder, were you willing.
    I would rend my back so that you would not need yours.
    I would grasp this moment like a thistle. I would make my hand bleed in its grasping.
    Your burden light as thistle down. I would bear it for you if I could, old friend.

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