COL­UMN When it’s time to say good­bye to a beloved pet

South Shore Breaker - - PAGE 2 - TRACY JESSIMAN re­cy­cledlove@me.com T: @Hrm­com­mu­ni­ties

“I’m sorry I had to leave you so quickly. I know you feel robbed of our time to­gether, but please un­der­stand you gave me the best home any dog could ever wish for or need. I felt your love sur­round­ing me ev­ery day, es­pe­cially when I strug­gled.

I came into your life when I was eight years old. You knew the hor­rors of my past life weighed heav­ily on my shoul­ders. You helped me thrive by not throw­ing too much my way and help­ing me over­come some of my anx­i­eties.

With you, by my side, I was able to move for­ward and be­come a thriv­ing, happy dog. I swam in the ocean, be­came a ther­apy dog, ate ice cream and en­joyed fam­ily va­ca­tions. I was very for­tu­nate that you adopted my home­less sis­ter Sheena and she was the best sis­ter ever! I was one lucky dog.

You also de­fended me to any­one who looked down on us be­cause you adopted a se­nior dog. Peo­ple told you an older dog would never bond with peo­ple so late in life. I was the luck­i­est dog in the world when you chose to adopt me and prove to the world that dogs like me de­serve a lov­ing fam­ily.

You al­ready knew when you brought me into your life; we wouldn’t have much time to­gether. But you risked it all for me, in­clud­ing your heart and soul to love me, and I want you to know I will never for­get your com­mit­ment.

When I be­came part of your life as a se­nior, you saw first hand how quickly our daily walks be­came slower, but you never rushed me. You let me stop and smell the world as we strolled along the streets and trails. I had my favourite spots we vis­ited along the way, and when peo­ple wanted to pet me, you let them be­cause I loved ev­ery­one I met.

My heart­break­ing di­ag­no­sis was a shock to you, and I saw how hard you cried with the vet­eri­nar­ian. You knew I only had a few days left, and you did your ab­so­lute best to make me com­fort­able. Now that I am gone, I am guilt-rid­den you will have to let friends, fam­ily, neigh­bours and even the fa­mil­iar strangers we saw ev­ery day know I am gone. I am so sorry, but please make sure you tell ev­ery­one I had a beau­ti­ful life with you and that there are ter­rific dogs just like me wait­ing in shel­ters and res­cues.

You al­ways told me if there was an award for hav­ing a waggy tail, I would get that award. I’m still wag­ging my tail mom, but sadly, you won’t see me. Please hold me in your heart and please don’t say you’ll never adopt an­other dog be­cause los­ing them hurts too much. I know you’re strong enough to love again and lov­ing an­other dog is a unique way to keep me with you. I’m leav­ing my paw prints on your heart, and your kisses are in my heart.

Love, Porsche.”

Please be kind to an­i­mals.

Tracy Jessiman writes the weekly col­umn Re­cy­cled Love and is proud to be a “voice for those with no choice.” Reach her at re­cy­cledlove@me.com

SUB­MIT­TED

Porsche was adopted from a shel­ter as a se­nior dog, and while owner Tracy Jessiman had to say good­bye far sooner than she’d like, she’s grate­ful for the time they spent to­gether.

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