|This morning, I made her a breakfast of her two favorite things,
chicken and tomato. Chicken cacciatora with parmesean and romano
cheeses, celery, the works actually. We went for a short walk and
passed the time relaxing with Mulder. Glen gave us a ride to
the vet's office. That's him holding Bosch in her day one picture.
Glen was there, too.
We sat on the floor together at the vets office, looking longingly
into each others eyes. I talked to her about my favorite times with
her. . . The time she chased and almost caught the show chickens at
a farm, the time she dove head first into a 90% mud pond after a
Great Blue Heron and came out black. She shook it off as though it
was nothing, her impenetrable triple coat sloughing off the mud like
it was dust. I reminded her of when she first learned about Lake
Michigan's waves and how she ran to me in fear at the wall of water
twice her size crashing over her. We talked about the dog park and
the friends she made there.
But most of all, I told her how much I loved her and how I would miss
her and that it was ok for her to let go. The vet agreed that it was
time. He confirmed that what I saw in Bosch was pain and lowered
quality of life. Dr. H gave her the first injection and she
slumped comfortably in my lap, her gaze becoming more distant with
each passing moment. Came then the second injection and in moments,
she closed her eyes and breathed her last breath.
My brave friend was gone, but I will love her for all time. I am so
lucky to have had such a wonderful, well behaved dog.
Bosch-Day One Bosch-A few years ago
And let's not forget my other baby, MULDER..
Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.
When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge.
There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together.
There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.
All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by.
The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.
They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent; His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.
You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.
Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together....
AND... I love this tongue in cheek expression of love for dogs. . .
I am the dog you put to sleep,
as you like to call the needle of oblivion,
come back to tell you this simple thing:
I never liked you--not one bit.
When I licked your face,
I thought of biting off your nose.
When I watched you toweling yourself dry,
I wanted to leap and unman you with a snap.
I resented the way you moved,
your lack of animal grace,
the way you would sit in a chair to eat,
a napkin on your lap, knife in your hand.
I would have run away,
but I was too weak, a trick you taught me
while I was learning to sit and heel,
and--greatest of insults--shake hands without a hand.
I admit the sight of the leash
would excite me
but only because it meant I was about
to smell things you had never touched.
You do not want to believe this,
but I have no reason to lie.
I hated the car, the rubber toys,
disliked your friends and, worse, your relatives.
The jingling of my tags drove me mad.
You always scratched me in the wrong place.
All I ever wanted from you
was food and fresh water in my metal bowls.
While you slept, I watched you breathe
as the moon rose in the sky.
It took all of my strength
not to raise my head and howl.
Now I am free of the collar,
the yellow raincoat, monogrammed sweater,
the absurdity of your lawn,
and that is all you need to know about this place
except what you already supposed
and are glad it did not happen sooner--
that everyone here can read and write,
the dogs in poetry, the cats and the others in prose.