I’ve been wanting to share this true story and today is a good day to do so.
Two years ago my friends were going through the process of losing their old dog. Blackjack was a black lab, well-loved and loving. He was obviously in his last days and on this day he was having a bit of a tough time. As he seemed a bit distressed Cathy and Clarke sat on the floor with him most of the evening, petting him, talking to him and crying.
As midnight neared Blackjack watched his beloved people. His eyebrows popped up and down as his eyes moved from Cathy to Clarke and back again. Finally he heaved a huge sigh, dragged himself laboriously to his feet and walked painfully down the hall. Exchanging puzzled looks my friends got to their feet and followed him.
Blackjack walked to his comfy dogbed on the floor beside the peoples’ bed. He curled up and laid down with a big huff and a relieved sigh. His eyes closed and he started to snore.
Cathy and Clarke, worn out, I am sure, by their long vigil shrugged to each other, smiled a bit and went to bed.
When they awoke in the morning they found that Blackjack had passed on during the night.
I loved hearing this story from my friend because it says to me, with an animal’s wisdom,
“Even if it is your last day on Earth, when it’s bedtime go to bed. ”