If it should be that I grow frail and weak
And pain should keep me from my sleep
Then you must do what must be done
For this, the last battle, can’t be won.
You will be sad- I understand
Don’t let your grief then stay your hand
For this day, more than all the rest
Your love and friendship stand the test.
We’ve had so many happy years
What is to come can hold no fears
You’d not want me to suffer, so
When the time comes, please let me go.
I know in time you too will see
It is a kindness you do to me
Although my tail, it’s last has waved
From pain and suffering I’ve been saved.
Don’t grieve that it should be you
Who has decided this thing to do
We’ve been so close, we two these years
Don’t let your heart hold any tears.
We got Oscar when he was just a year. Smallest of 3 farm dogs, we were told he was always getting picked on by the other two. Gangwishes were moving to Nebraska, and asked if we would take their daughter beagle.
That was 14 years ago.
I”m sure I’ve probably had 15 to 20 pets by this point in my life, but for some reason Oscar found a special place in my heart.
Last July he looked like he was going to die. On a long shot, the vet gave him some steroids, and he pulled out of whatever it was that was ailing him.
Two weeks ago I was home working in the barn when my phone rang- It was my wife.
“Oscar just collapsed again on the floor…I heard him yelping then a big thump ….”
The day before the same thing had happened, I had taken him in to the Vet, thinking it was going to be a one way trip to town. The vet had left the decision up to me. There was no way we were in a position financially to spend hundreds of dollars trying to diagnosis his problem…it could be one of several things, so we decided to give Oscar some steroids one more time…they weren’t going to cure him of anything, he said, but might help with the pain.
But now twenty-four hours later, he had collapsed again..so I knew it was finally time to say good-by. I called the clinic, let them know what we were thinking. they said to bring him in. I gently loaded Oscar up into the little pet pillow he’d been sleeping on this Winter. He was quiet on the trip to town. I put my hand on him to comfort him. He never did like riding in the truck. When we got to the clinic, the Vet motioned me back to one of the examination rooms. He asked if I wanted to stay or go. I told him I would stay. He gave Oscar a sedative, which really relaxed him. A minute later, he gave him the shot that put him to sleep. He was gone within 10 minutes of us walking through the doors of the clinic.
I discovered a group of people this week that I never knew existed….
Fellow pet lovers who are still grieving.
They don’t broadcast this to the world.
I suspect it is because they are tired of hearing things like “It’s only an animal.”
Why do certain pets become especially dear and others are “just pets?”
Here’s another pet I had to say goodbye to last year about this time:
Winston the Pig March 2010
She was a 650 pound regular pig…nothing fancy, just a pig.
She loved to have her belly rubbed, eat apples and free range behind the barn in a little pasture. We took this picture shortly before I had to send her down the road.