As early as 8.25am yesterday, Shaly called. Sam, her yellow Labrador had died. Though sorry over the passing of her aged pet, Sam was 13, it was a relief that he had a peaceful death.
With Lynda, however, it was heart wrenching! Sobbing, she called from the veterinary clinic today, if she should put Babe, her pekingese-shih tzu cross, on drip to prolong his life or to put him to sleep!!!??? Babe had been in and out of clinics for treatment of his urinary infections and inability to empty it's bladder since September last year.
One of his kidneys had ceased functioning and the other about 30% defective! He had refused food and hardly mobile with his head dropping limply to a side unless supported. He had been squeezing into nooks and corners and hiding in places he would not have been as though searching for a place to rest forever.
For most of us, unless it died a natural death, guilt overwhelmed us even at the slightest thought of having it euthanized. It was a painstaking decision with Babe hanging on by a thread.
When I last checked on Lynda, Babe was already laid to rest.
Having lost Canon not too long, I know just how they feel. If the darlings had been truly loved and cherished while they were still breathing, then my friends, grief no more.......
As Steve Jobs had it, death is the only destination that we all share.....
