My best pal...RIP
"Foster"
March, 1996 - September, 2008:
Best damn dog a man could ask for...he had a tumor on his side that couldn't be easily diagnosed, and rather than gamble, I felt his time had come.
Was at the vet today, and found he lost almost 10 pounds of muscle in his hips and back legs from arthritis, and even if the tumor was easily healed the arthritis wouldn't be. After 12-and-a-half years, I decided I wanted my last memory of him to be of the goofy, happy-go-lucky fool that he was, not some crippled, sad dog in pain.
In the exam room after I decided to have him put down, the silly guy's attention turned to some Animal Planet show of a baby bear up in the corner of the room by the ceiling. He thought the damn bear was in the room with us and was wanting to check it out.
Saddest day for me in a LONG time.
"Treat me kindly, my beloved master, for no heart
in all the world is more grateful for kindness than
the loving heart of me.
Do not break my spirit with a stick, for though I
should lick your hand between the blows, your patience
and understanding will more quickly teach me the things
you would have me do.
Speak to me often, for your voice is the world's sweetest music,
as you must know by the fierce wagging of my tail when your
footstep falls upon my waiting ear.
...
Keep my pan filled with fresh water, for although I should not
reproach you were it dry, I cannot tell you when I suffer thirst.
Feed me clean food, that I may stay well, to romp and play and do
your bidding, to walk by your side, and stand ready, willing and able
to protect you with my life, should your life be in danger.
And, beloved master, should the Great Master see fit to deprive me
of my health or sight, do not turn me away from you. Rather hold me
gently in your arms as skilled hands grant me the merciful boon of
eternal rest... and I will leave you knowing with the last breath I
drew, my fate was ever safest in your hands."
:(
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