When a black dog dies.
July 3rd, 2009
We had our 18 year old dog Marley put to sleep today. We’d originally planned on doing it last week but put it off because he had a youthful moment where he ate like he did when he was 3 and he seemed to walk with a little more energy. After a few days he was worse, crying and whining in the early morning hours, unable to find a comfortable position. I imagine that he was wincing at arthritis as he pawed at his blanket. Then he started to loose control of his bladder and bowels and finally he stopped eating even his favorite can of lamb and rice. It was his way of telling us it’s time.
A bitter-sweet weekend for me. My family celebrates several birthdays in June, two brothers, a brother & sister in-law, and my mom. Last Saturday we added an early father’s day to the list. While it was good to see everyone it was also a bit sad as mom’s absence was felt by all.
The Depression Cure: The 6-Step Program to Beat Depression without Drugs
Last Monday I picked up my dad from the nursing home where he lives to treat him to a cookout for Memorial Day. I am always surprised at how emotionally trying it is to visit my dad. He’s a sweet old man now but the Alzheimer’s makes it an ordeal.