I think it's safe to say that I'm slowly getting a sense of peace about this. Not that I ever doubted that I had to put Drake down...I knew he was in bad shape, but I was really (and am still) battling some guilt. Not over putting him to sleep but more about how I could have dedicated more time to just 'him' the past few years/months. Like I mentioned before, I just took for granted that my boy was just always going to be here.
Thanks to a great group of support from you all here in this thread and DTF and a well placed....well timed phone call from a good friend, along with one more good ten minute soulful cry.....I think I've turned a corner. I also decided to jot down a poem....it really helped, and I wanted to share it with you guys. Keep in mind I'm not Bill Shakespeare.
My Good Boy by Gary Miller Jr.
As we walked our last walk together,
my tears fell heavy and hard.
Each tear representing a memory and the Love we shared,
either of which you just can't discard.
As his tired steps struggled to maintain his usual pace,
I recalled the countless times he ran bounding through the air.
Like a Puma he could navigate the thickest Missouri forest...
with hardly a care.
Every look I shared with him as we walked side by side,
held a decade plus of love in its wake.
And sewn within those looks of love,
was a Bond impossible to break.
Stopping at the waters edge, we paused so he could muster one last swim.
But swimming would have to remain a memory,
as his aging body had already left him.
Instead, with dignity he slowly eased into the water and layed gracefully still,
and posing with great Westminister posture he enjoyed the gentle massage of the whispering stream,
as it cleansed and prepared his will.
Our walk led us to sit together,
under a large shade tree.
And as the playful breeze tickled the leaves,
it soothed our minds....grooming us for what was about to be.
Under a baby blue sky I confessed and shared my love with him,
although he'd owned my heart from day one.
As I caressed his regal fur I affirmed my love to him,
My Good Boy....my first Son.
The time had arrived that no man wants to meet,
the price paid by all things living, of which there is no retreat.
I held his tired head in my hands, our trusting eyes forever locked in time.
And calmly whispered to him over and over,
He was My good Boy...Yes he was...he was mine.
And as his Spirit lifted away,
hitching a ride on that soothing breeze.
A refreshing sense of peace assured me I'd see
My Good Boy again,
as I knelt Faithfully on my knees.
I can't say 'Thank you' enough to those of you who have shared kind words and support. It really has meant a lot and helped me during this. I knew that when the day came to put Drake down it'd be hard...I just had no idea it was going to be 'this' hard. You guys and gals are awesome.....Thanks again!
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