copyright 2008 by Stefan Bolz
A friend of a friend, his name is Tom, had a Golden Retriever, who was his best friend for over 10 years. From when he was a puppy, Tom would take him down to the river and play with him there. The dog loved to jump into the water and they always had a beautiful time together. For the last few months, Tom’s dog was sick. He had cancer and the vet had told him that there really wasn’t anything he could do. The dog wasn’t able to walk anymore and in the last couple of days he just lay there, unable to eat anything. Tom always talked to him and asked him how he felt and what he could do to make him feel better. One morning he felt that it was time to put his dog to sleep.
Heavy heartedly he carried the dog to his car and drove towards the veterinary hospital. On his way, he got the strangest sensation and decided to go down to the river one more time. When they arrived, Tom took the dog out of his car and carried him to the shore, laid him down onto the sand and just sat there next to him for a few minutes. After a while, the dog lifted his head. He looked around and to Tom’s surprise he sat up. Then he started to walk around and finally he went into the water to swim. They started to play like in old times and Tom threw sticks that his dog fetched. They were very happy together and it was almost as if Tom’s dog became a puppy again. After a while, the dog sat down next to him and they just looked out at the water. Then he laid down, put his head into Tom’s lab and after a few minutes he died.
1 comment:
So beautiful and so true. Our furry companions through life are so in tune with their "time to go". I've had the privilege to be there with some of mine, and I always feel the better and inspired for it. We always have "our last conversation, where we each give each other our Blessing, and acknowledge the meaning of our time together. Yes it is bittersweet, but they live on in the universal consciousness that envelops us all. Blessed Be, Mercedes Calderon
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