Tonight, as I sit here typing on the computer, something is missing in our house. It’s not the sound of children bounding up and down the stairs or the constant blare of the television or You Tube on our computers. What’s missing is a panting mass of black hair and four stubby legs. A Darwinian creature that was bred to hunt for rabbits in holes and would eat anything that fell off the kitchen table.
It’s Macey, our twelve year-old Scottish Terrier. She died today. She was put down gently by our veterinarian in the sterile confines of her office while my wife, Julie, gently stroked her panting face and whispered goodbye. Despite the diagnosis of a stroke that left her walking around in circles and unable to lift her head for the last few days, Macey’s eyes never left Julie’s bereaved face as she took the needle without a whimper, and slipped quietly away.
Goodbye, Macey. Somewhere in the great beyond, may you find a squirrel around every corner and a comfortable place to rest.
You were loved…
1 comment:
I think you were a little too kind on that poor excuse for a human being. But with a little more practice you will get it down. Keep up the good work.
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