I couldn’t really think of anything to blog today (and the blog I did have isn’t quite ready yet), so I’d like to share with you this touching piece called The 10 Commandments From a Dog’s Perspective by Stan Rawlinson. The first time I saw it, Noel had printed it out on our poster printer at work and hung it in his office. It was only a few weeks after our Jenah was put to sleep, and, after reading it, I went into my office and cried.
It still makes me cry to this day.
Points 9 and 10 are especially poignant. You see, every morning, either Noel or I would wake up and let Jenah out between 6 AM and 7 AM when she was older. Her pelvic muscles weren’t the same as they had been, and she would wet the towels on her couch or the floor where she was sleeping, even with medication. Every day, Noel or I would wash the towel, put another one down, and repeat the cycle when we got home from work. Every time she made a mess (by accident) on the floor, either he or I were there to clean it up. We would give her her heart medication or anti-peeing medication (as we called it) or her antibiotics or her pain medication religiously. Noel massaged her arthritic back and paws when she wasn’t feeling well. I kept trying different things to help her one time when she hurt her arm and back (a pillow strategically placed on the floor with me putting her head on it just so, and stroking her head until she finally fell asleep) so she could get some rest. When one of her eyes went, I put her eye-drops in, took her to the vet every week or as needed, and kept making sure she wasn’t in pain and doing well.
We spent time, money, and love on her, because she’d given us all her love and affection and loyalty: everything and all she could give. It was only a small price for us to pay, and I would have gladly gone bankrupt to care for her if I had to: that’s how much I loved her.
And finally, when Jenah’s other eye went and she was in a lot of distress, and she was pretty much blind, I carried her outside so she could go to the bathroom. I guided her to her water bowl, and as we waited for the vet appointment to put her to sleep, Noel and I both comforted her by petting her and holding her and giving her as much love as we could before we had to say our final good-bye.
We stayed with her during her passing. It was very quick, and she was no longer in pain. Her body went from old and racked with pain and discomfort to relaxed and free of pain and into the great beyond somewhere.
So, without further ado, I bring you:
The 10 Commandments From a Dog’s Perspective by Stan Rawlinson (1993)
We went on a few difficult journeys in her last weeks alive, and the final one was the hardest of all. But it was the least we could do for such a loving, wonderful companion after she’d given nearly her whole life to be devoted to us.