To all the people out there who have lost a beloved pet - I sure you can relate to this:
GOODBYE, LITTLE CHARLY
“Until one has loved an animal, a part of one’s soul remains unawakened.” — Anatole France
The death of a beloved pet is always sad and depressing, as bitter as losing a child, but it must be accepted, since nothing can live forever.
Charly was always a vibrant, energetic little cattle dog, dashing over the hills and running through the woods, always active, always friendly. He loved children. When I took him to Rock Park down by the Truckee River and children were in
the playground he would always run to join them.
During our frequent bike rides on the Truckee River Bike Trail he kept up with me, dashing along sniffing at everything, full of the joy of life. Lake Tahoe trails were paradise for him, and he chased about, exploring endlessly.
At the age of ten he developed a serious infection in his upper right jaw, which proved to be cancerous, and was rapidly spreading into his brain. There was no
alternative as to what had to be done.
Dogs have no concept of age or illness, so when he became sicker he looked
at me with sad eyes, as if to say “Daddy, what’s happening to me?”
Making the decision to euthanize a pet is extremely difficult and painful, but
often is the best action to take, in order to prevent further suffering.
I took Charly for one final hike on the Truckee River Trail, where he had loved
to run. In contrast to formerly dashing about, Charly took his time, walking
slowly along the trail, taking in the scents and sounds, as if he knew it was the last time he would ever be there.
I had him euthanized quickly, and then cremated. After I received his ashes I scattered them along the Trail and in the park. I think he would like that.
If dogs have ghosts, I hope Charly’s is out there, dashing around the park and playing with the children.