Yesterday I made the difficult decision to send Mowgli over the Rainbow Bridge. She was a part of my life for 17 years and I miss her dearly. I knew this day was a possibility but I hoped and prayed that she would pass peacefully on her own without me having to make that decision. It felt like playing God and was not something I was comfortable with. Now that I'm on the other side of the decision, I feel like not making the decision would have been selfish. I feel like I gave her one last gift. The gift of peace and of being pain-free. She looked right into my eyes at the vet and I swear she was saying "thank you."
Mowgli was my protector, my roommate, and my road trip buddy. She was my 21st birthday present to myself. I picked her out when she was four weeks old and she came home with me when she was eight weeks old. My roommate Cari and I drove out to Old Town to look at some Beagle-Basset puppies. When I picked her up she put her head on my shoulder and went to sleep. That's when I knew she was mine. Cari and I used to joke around that she tricked us because she was never that calm again. She used to run laps in the apartment, literally bounding onto the couch and bouncing back off it on her way.
She was my companion for so long that I almost don't remember a time when she was not part of my life. We shared so many stories. When I moved from Gainesville to Merritt Island, she came with me. When I moved to Texas, she was there. When I drove between Texas and Florida on my own, she was there. She's been an apartment dog, a first house dog, and a lastly, a Crews farm dog. She lived a good long life and for that I am very grateful. She lived through several things that many dogs would not.
You had a good run girl. I hope you are running through fields, chasing rabbits, and howling up a storm. Maybe you'll even find some couches to ricochet off of.
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THE LAST BATTLE
If it should
be that I grow frail and weak
And pain
should keep me from my sleep,
Then will
you do what must be done,
For this --
the last battle -- can't be won.
You will be
sad I understand,
But don't
let grief then stay your hand,
For on this
day, more than the rest,
Your love
and friendship must stand the test.
We have had
so many happy years,
You wouldn't
want me to suffer so.
When the
time comes, please, let me go.
Take me to
where to my needs they'll tend.
Only, stay
with me till the end
And hold me
firm and speak to me
Until my
eyes no longer see.
I know in
time you will agree
It is a
kindness you do to me.
Although my
tail its last has waved,
From pain
and suffering I have been saved.
Don't grieve
that it must be you
Who has to
decide this thing to do;
We've been
so close -- we two -- these years,
Don't let
your heart hold any tears.
~Unknown
