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<blockquote data-quote="goldenguru" data-source="post: 267073" data-attributes="member: 1545"><p>My 4 legged friend (a golden) is pushing 12 - and I know we are facing this inevitable decision soon. I know how hard this is. But, YOU ARE DOING THE RIGHT THING!! If she could - she would thank you.</p><p></p><p>((((hugs))))</p><p></p><p>Here is a "letter" I read in a newspaper over a decade ago. It so moved me that I saved it. Here it is for you:</p><p></p><p>Dogs Don't Have Souls, Do They?</p><p></p><p>I remember bringing you home. You were so small and cuddly with your tiny paws and soft fur.</p><p>You bounced around the room with eyes flashing and ears flopping. Once in a while, you'd let out a little yelp just to let me know this was your territory.</p><p>Making a mess of the house and chewing on everything in sight became a passion, and when I scolded you, you just put your head down and looked up at me with those innocent eyes, as if to say, "I'm sorry, but I'll do it again as soon as you're not watching."</p><p>As you got older, you protected me by looking out the window and barking at everyone who walked by. When I had a tough day at work, you would be waiting for me with your tail wagging, just to say, "Welcome home. I missed you." You never had a bad day, and I could always count on you to be there for me.</p><p>When I sat down to read the paper and watch TV, you would hop on my lap, looking for attention. You never asked for anything more than to have me pat your head so you could go to sleep with your head over my leg.</p><p>As you got older, you moved around more slowly. Then, one day, old age finally took its toll, and you couldn't stand on those wobbly legs anymore. I knelt down and patted you lying there, trying to make you young again. You just looked up at me as if to say that you were old and tired and that after all these years of not asking for anything, you had to ask me for one favor.</p><p>With tears in my eyes, I drove you one last time to the vet. One last time, you were lying next to me. For some strange reason, you were able to stand up in the animal hospital; perhaps it was your sense of pride.</p><p>As the vet led you away, you stopped for an instant, turned your head and looked at me as if to say, "Thank you for taking care of me."</p><p>I thought, "No, thank you for taking care of me."</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="goldenguru, post: 267073, member: 1545"] My 4 legged friend (a golden) is pushing 12 - and I know we are facing this inevitable decision soon. I know how hard this is. But, YOU ARE DOING THE RIGHT THING!! If she could - she would thank you. ((((hugs)))) Here is a "letter" I read in a newspaper over a decade ago. It so moved me that I saved it. Here it is for you: Dogs Don't Have Souls, Do They? I remember bringing you home. You were so small and cuddly with your tiny paws and soft fur. You bounced around the room with eyes flashing and ears flopping. Once in a while, you'd let out a little yelp just to let me know this was your territory. Making a mess of the house and chewing on everything in sight became a passion, and when I scolded you, you just put your head down and looked up at me with those innocent eyes, as if to say, "I'm sorry, but I'll do it again as soon as you're not watching." As you got older, you protected me by looking out the window and barking at everyone who walked by. When I had a tough day at work, you would be waiting for me with your tail wagging, just to say, "Welcome home. I missed you." You never had a bad day, and I could always count on you to be there for me. When I sat down to read the paper and watch TV, you would hop on my lap, looking for attention. You never asked for anything more than to have me pat your head so you could go to sleep with your head over my leg. As you got older, you moved around more slowly. Then, one day, old age finally took its toll, and you couldn't stand on those wobbly legs anymore. I knelt down and patted you lying there, trying to make you young again. You just looked up at me as if to say that you were old and tired and that after all these years of not asking for anything, you had to ask me for one favor. With tears in my eyes, I drove you one last time to the vet. One last time, you were lying next to me. For some strange reason, you were able to stand up in the animal hospital; perhaps it was your sense of pride. As the vet led you away, you stopped for an instant, turned your head and looked at me as if to say, "Thank you for taking care of me." I thought, "No, thank you for taking care of me." [/QUOTE]
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