Unconditional Love

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A month ago (June 23) I wrote a post titled “My dog is a friend and companion” This is an update to that post.  My friend and companion, who I knew all his life, 13 years finished the race before me. The last few weeks for him was down-hill.  As with most elderly, he’d like to take several naps each day and only get up for some water and when time to eat.  When he needed to go out to do his business, it was a slow task for him to walk to the door.   In the last two weeks he’d look up to me as if to say I need help to the door.  I’d pick him up and stroke his back as I walked with him in my arms to the door.  I’d stand there and watch him.  His skinny little legs barely kept him standing.  When he finished, I’d go out and bring him back in. He’d sit on my lap as I watched television.  When it was time for bed, we’d both get up, our stiff and aching joints made both of us move slowly to our bed.  This past weekend he couldn’t get up.  Earlier in the year we took him to the vet, tests showed a high elevated liver count.  The vet said it could be cancer and at his age it would only be a matter of time. I took him back to the Vet hospital on Monday.  The vet examined him and said it is best he be euthanized. He wasn’t in pain, but he lost all his strength and energy and lost half of his normal weight.  I thank God for these 13 years we had together.   Our dog, Leo, gave me and my wife unconditional love.  Leo was a pet who was raised and trained with unconditional love also.  
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My dog is a friend and companion

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During my seven decades plus, I had to see two of my pets pass on.  I said “I can’t do this again”. But I lied to myself. At my elderly age I still wanted a dog.  A dog that would out live me. I figured out my average life span and looked for a dog whose dog life would be a little longer than mine. I took in all factors other than accidental death. Thirteen years ago I got a toy poodle pup. I was still frisky and active, as was he. We have grown old together. I relate to his aching muscles, sore joints and frequent naps. We no longer take those youthful long playful walks.  Our stride is short and somewhat staggering. Now we slowly creep through life. I lost a few teeth as he also, I have sagging skin, his no longer has that youthful tone. My hair is grey as his once jet black is now a dull grey. Each day he weakens.  I feel I may see my friend and companion go before me. If so, its been an elderly pleasure to age together.