Every so often, I have to face the death of a loved one. I’m referring to our dogs. My wife and I have been rescuing dogs for years now. As of this morning we had 18, many of whom are available to good homes. As of right now, we have 17.
This morning our blind Golden Retriever, Sweetie, scratched at the door asking to go out. I got up and let her out but she never made it outside the house. Sweetie took a few steps and then flopped down on our hallway floor and died.
That is how I became an accidental gravedigger. Digging a grave for a 100-pound dog is no easy task. This morning, I was glad I’ve quit smoking. My digging activities were accompanied by the distant howling of a hound dog, cool breezes and the silence of the vessel that once contained a simple but beautiful life. I will miss Sweetie but when the day of my death dawns, if it does, I hope that my passing is as uncomplicated and quick as the one Sweetie had.
Sweetie had a good last day on Earth. She ate some treats, got talken for a walk and enjoyed a head scratch from my wife. What more could a blind dog ask for? Making a dog content is not hard at all. I’m very glad that I played a role in giving Sweetie a decent life and many moments of unbridled tail wagging.
Good bye and good journey.
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