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Boxer Buddy
Tonight I was with our Boxer Sampson when he died. He was somewhere between 2-5 years old when we rescued him from a kill shelter in Virginia. He's been the brightest light in our home for seven years since that day. Tonight he was playing with our two year old and out of the blue, he sort of half buckled at the knees like he was going to pee. He walked over to the wall by my chair and laid down and I knew when I looked in his eyes he was dying. I laid down face to face with him and did what I could to comfort him. He was gone in minutes and I had to be strong to at least try to provide him a feeling of safety or strength as he passed, but when he was gone I cried like a baby. I carried his lifeless body downstairs and carefully buried him with his toy pheasant and his favorite towel. I cried so hard for all the light and love he had given our pack and the thought of him being cold in the ground. I am happy his passing was quick and I was there with him to provide what comfort I could. It's late and I miss him snoring and keeping us warm in our bed. It's so quiet in here. I feel like our house became a big empty shell. I miss him so much...
My two year old doesn't understand what happened and won't for a while. It was the saddest thing I've ever done trying to carry him out limp and lifeless and in his favorite towel and position him in the grave I dug in the middle of the night in the dark. I positioned him like he always used to lay for long slumbers with his front paws tucked under his lips and snuck his tattered and shredded toy pheasant under his leg so in the end, he could rest knowing he finally won the tug of war for it.
I can't even bear the thought of this house being so empty. There's not a sound except this keyboard clicking. He has been my best friend when no one else was, and never cared what my status in life was. He showed unconditional love for us and was always himself. My final words to him tonight were that if I could only be a little more like him, I would be a better person.
I hope that his soul is at peace, and that he knows he was and is well loved.
To any and all who took the time to read this, I hope you are not experiencing the same heartbreak. If you are, know that you're not alone, and we have weathered this storm before you.
In kindest regards,
Stephen
My two year old doesn't understand what happened and won't for a while. It was the saddest thing I've ever done trying to carry him out limp and lifeless and in his favorite towel and position him in the grave I dug in the middle of the night in the dark. I positioned him like he always used to lay for long slumbers with his front paws tucked under his lips and snuck his tattered and shredded toy pheasant under his leg so in the end, he could rest knowing he finally won the tug of war for it.
I can't even bear the thought of this house being so empty. There's not a sound except this keyboard clicking. He has been my best friend when no one else was, and never cared what my status in life was. He showed unconditional love for us and was always himself. My final words to him tonight were that if I could only be a little more like him, I would be a better person.
I hope that his soul is at peace, and that he knows he was and is well loved.
To any and all who took the time to read this, I hope you are not experiencing the same heartbreak. If you are, know that you're not alone, and we have weathered this storm before you.
In kindest regards,
Stephen
