Thursday, October 17, 2013

Ten Years Ago...

Patrick Muldoon the Third*
It was a Friday.

He seemed fine that morning.

Then he couldn't stand.

His back legs were paralyzed.

The vet said, "There's nothing we can do."

Everyone looked to me.

How do you make that decision in the span of a few seconds?

Your friend is suffering.

There's nothing to be done.

It's up to you.

You make the call.

You hold him as the vet does that which must be done.

They say it's merciful.

Why does it still hurt so much?

RIP Pat.

My furry buddy.

I'll see you on the other side...

*For that is what the Nuke liked to call him.
To the Naviguesser he was "Uncle Slinky".
To the WSO he was "Pooh".
A cat with many monikers,
much loved...


  1. Have gone through the same thing ... four times now.
    Three dogs and a cat.
    Never gets any easier

    1. No, it doesn't.

      But still, they bring such great joy during their brief time with us.

  2. It never gets any easier, the pain is always there; but I hope that we will be judged by the way we care for those that trust us and give us their all. We will truly be in good company on the other side.

    1. I think we are judged in that way Chip. An excellent point.

  3. I think losing a pet is hardest on the kids, but only SLIGHTLY so.

  4. Yin-yang? The joy they bring us balanced by the pain of their passing.

    1. Perhaps, but I've always felt that the joy outweighed the eventual pain of loss.

      As Tuna mentions below, my family is always remembering our pets. Those memories are priceless.

  5. Rough days those are, the ones where you have to say goodbye to a loyal friend. Done it 4 times myself. I think it gets harder the older I get. Sorry you had to say goodbye. We like reminiscing about the quirky things our pets did though, brings back fond memories.

    1. Our family does that too.

      Pat can still put a smile on the kids' faces (well, us grown-ups too). Those memories are precious.

  6. My deepest sympathies Sarge. I went through the same thing with my little dog, last March. We were best buddies and if I got up and went to another room, she would follow me. Even after 16 years of living and being nearly blind and deaf, she would still follow me. Taking her on that last trip to the Veterinarian was the hardest thing I've done in years. We both have great memories of our pals though! Keep your chin up.

    1. Ah Bayouwulf, sorry to hear you lost your pup. They're such great companions, never asking too much, but giving everything they have.

      Chin up always.


Just be polite... that's all I ask. (For Buck)