Although it’s a subject not many of us want to broach, our beloved canine companions aren’t going to be with us forever. The often overwhelming grief we feel when we do have to let go of our pets is a testament to how much joy and love they provided us during their all too brief tenure.
Just the other day there was an unseasonable sprinkling of snow here in the UK, which reminded me of my labrador, Sam. We had to put him down in April 2008 at the ripe old age of 14 as he had severe hip-dysplasia and was effectively immobile. We knew it was a kindness. The vets visited the house and gave him the injection while the family sat by and comforted him in his last moments. Rather than watch the vets take him away after the procedure (he was a big old beast), I took a walk to clear my head, and it began to lightly snow. Now, whenever a few flakes of white drop from the heavens I think of the boisterous jet black dog that was by my side from my boyhood through my teenage years. It’s a strange, difficult to explain feeling somewhere between nostalgia, sentimentality, and joy. Maybe some of you readers can relate.