Regarding Wiley...
Tuesday, April 3, 2012 at 09:55AM Sayiing Goodbye:
Today I had to what pet owners hate and try to avoid, I put a dog down. But that is an oversimplification of what I actually did. I said goodbye to a good friend. In fact, I said goodbye to one of my best friends.
Wiley was nearly 13 when he passed. Skinny and weak, unable to walk, he was a shadow of his former self. While he was never really a healthy dog, he was a good one. He loved to run, play tug of war, and occasionally he would fetch. His favorite treal was a bone with marrow and maple peanut butter, and he was loyal to a fault.
As a puppy he would sleep in my bed with me. When I got married and someone else moved into the bed, he slept on my wife's side to protect her I suppose. When we had our first child he moved from our room to a spot right in front of the baby's door, swapping posts with our other dog so that the front door was covered too.
He never bit, never really barked (unless we told him to speak) and never liked to swim. A trait that is natural to most labrador retrievers. He preferred the boardwalk to the beach and never lifted his leg to pee. When confronted with a new dog or someone elses dog, he took it in stride, never really getting too excited, playing it cool.
Even in his later years, sick with allergies, and tumors, his eyes still showed his soul. He was an exceptionally gentle being who accepted his plight with elegance and grace. Brave, strong, and gentle, he was relatively stoic till the end.
In the end, he knew it was time. His bravery carried over to the veteranarians office where he quitely laid down and accepted that his short life on this planet was over. In his eyes I could see that he was ready for the next adventure. The next life. So, we freed him from his earthly, damaged, body into the ethos and onto a better place.
So, to my friend, my best friend, I say goodbye. Godspeed. Fair winds, following seas, and many maple bones.
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