Thursday, September 19, 2013

All Dogs go to Heaven.

Like most red blooded human beings, I'm a dog lover. 
I've been known to slow down while driving just to get a better look at a dog on a walk. 
My dog Beamer eats better than I do and nothing, I mean NOTHING makes me tear up more than a sweet dog video. 

That being said, I've done a couple of blog posts here and here discussing my love of dogs and the heartbreak of losing a four legged friend. Comedienne Sarah Silverman recently lost her beloved dog Duck. If you're a fan of hers you know how much she loved that little guy. 

Duck was rescued from a shelter by Sarah and two weeks ago she had to say goodbye to her constant companion of 14 years. She wrote this touching farewell note to Duck on her WhoSay page: 

"Duck 'Doug' Silverman came into my life about 14 years ago. He was picked up by the State running through South Central with no collar, tags or chip. Nobody claimed or adopted him so a no-kill shelter took him in. That’s where I found him — at that shelter, in Van Nuys. Since then we have slept most every night together (and many lazy afternoons.) When we first met, the vet approximated his age at 5½ so I’d say he was about 19 as of yesterday, September 3, 2013. 

He was a happy dog, though serene. And stoic. And he loved love. 

Over the past few years he became blind, deaf, and arthritic. But with a great vet, good meds, and a first rate seeing-eye person named me, he truly seemed comfortable. 

Recently, however, he stopped eating or drinking. He was skin and bones and so weak. I couldn’t figure out this hunger strike. Duck had never been political before. And then, over the weekend, I knew. It was time to let him go. 

My boyfriend Kyle flew in late last night and took the day off from work to be with us. We laid in bed and massaged his tiny body, as we love to do – hearing his little "I'm in heaven" breaths. The doctor came and Kyle, my sister, Laura and I laid on the bed. I held him close – in our usual spoon position and stroked him. I told him how loved he was, and thanked him for giving me such happiness and for his unwavering companionship and love. 

The doctor gave him a shot and he fell asleep, and then another that was basically an overdose of sleeping meds. I held him and kissed him and whispered to him well passed his passing. I picked him up and his body was limp – you don’t think about the head – it just falls. I held him so tight. And then finally, when his body lost its heat, and I could sense the doctor thinking about the imminent rush hour traffic, I handed him over. 

14 years. 
My longest relationship. 
My only experience of maternal love. 
My constant companion. 
My best friend. 

Comedy Central even posted this on their Tumblr
RIP Duck. Give Lexie a big kiss for me. 

1 comment:

Stefana said...

Oooof... that was rough. RIP Duck. Tell Lexie, Chiqui, and Max I love them.

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