TuckandStuiesMom
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Had to take my mom's old pug-dog to the vet's to be put to sleep -- her hip dysplasia took a major turn for the worse on the 4th and she was in a lot of pain. This dog was my mom's constant companion and best friend for 10 years and even though I can't say I liked the dog all that much (she was sometimes nippy, not 100% reliable with her bathroom habits, and would help herself to whatever food was on the table when nobody was looking), I'm feeling kinda philosophical and sad right now.
My poor mom wasn't emotionally up to taking the dog in. She said her goodbyes at home and so the task itself, fell to my oldest son and me. My son drove the car and I held the poor old thing in my lap. (She had always hated the dog-carrier so it just didn't seem right to inflict that indignity on her under the circumstances.)
The people at the vet's were very kind and we were with her through the end. It was a peaceful death and surprisingly, a cool gentle rain was falling as we left the building to go home. My son and I were both crying a little so the rain felt good.
I wish now that I could have / would have liked the dog more in life. The dog was just what she was -- it was really up to me to reach beyond myself, to be able to see what was good about her, and to have appreciated those things. I guess this applies to the people I find difficult in my life too. Right now, I'm feeling a smallish, regret-ringed, dog-sized hole in my life. I'd hate to think how sad I'd be right now, if that hole was man, woman, or child-sized.
My poor mom wasn't emotionally up to taking the dog in. She said her goodbyes at home and so the task itself, fell to my oldest son and me. My son drove the car and I held the poor old thing in my lap. (She had always hated the dog-carrier so it just didn't seem right to inflict that indignity on her under the circumstances.)
The people at the vet's were very kind and we were with her through the end. It was a peaceful death and surprisingly, a cool gentle rain was falling as we left the building to go home. My son and I were both crying a little so the rain felt good.
I wish now that I could have / would have liked the dog more in life. The dog was just what she was -- it was really up to me to reach beyond myself, to be able to see what was good about her, and to have appreciated those things. I guess this applies to the people I find difficult in my life too. Right now, I'm feeling a smallish, regret-ringed, dog-sized hole in my life. I'd hate to think how sad I'd be right now, if that hole was man, woman, or child-sized.