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Ode to our beloved dog friends…and my buddy, Punkin

I have reblogged this from a blog called From Paris to London…I don’t think the photo is the actual boy because the dog is not an Irish Wolfhound but you won’t want to miss this…

Being a veterinarian, I had been called to examine a ten-year-old Irish wolfhound named Belker. The dog’s owners, Ron, his wife, Lisa, and their little boy, Shane, were all very attached to Belker, and they were hoping for a miracle.

I examined Belker and found he was dying of cancer. I told the family we couldn’t do anything for Belker, and offered to perform the euthanasia procedure for the old dog in their home.

As we made arrangements, Ron and Lisa told me they thought it would be good for six-year-old Shane to observe the procedure. They felt as though Shane might learn something from the experience.

The next day, I felt the familiar catch in my throat as Belker’s family surrounded him. Shane seemed so calm, petting the old dog for the last time, that I wondered if he understood what was going on. Within a few minutes, Belker slipped peacefully away.

The little boy seemed to accept Belker’s transition without any difficulty or confusion. We sat together for a while after Belker’s death, wondering aloud about the sad fact that animal lives are shorter than human lives.

Shane, who had been listening quietly, piped up, “I know why.”

Startled, we all turned to him. What came out of his mouth next stunned me.  I’d never heard a more comforting explanation.  He said, “People are born so that they can learn how to live a good life – like loving everybody all the time and being nice, right?”

The six-year-old continued, “Well, dogs already know how to do that, so they don’t have to stay as long.”


This week was great at being the worst week of my life.

Now lets pick up and move on.

This entry was published on August 24, 2011 at 6:10 pm. It’s filed under dogs and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Follow any comments here with the RSS feed for this post.

4 thoughts on “Ode to our beloved dog friends…and my buddy, Punkin

  1. Amazing story, very sad. The death of our dog leaves a bitter taste. One thing I stay in my memory forever: Everyone says I rescued you…but really, it was the other way around.
    It is difficult to talk about these issues.
    I hope you have a good week, but can often be difficult.
    All the good energy to you.

  2. out of the mouths of babes.

    Sweet Punkin .. she was wise to choose you dear friend to love for her all the days of her life.

    Hugs MJ

  3. Thank you for sharing this as we just lost one of our beloved dogs.

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