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A Dog’s Purpose (from a six year-old)

Posted by mozziestarlet on October 3, 2008

A touching story so worthy of sharing…

Being a veterinarian, I was called to examine a ten year-old Irish Wolfhound named Belker. The dog’s owners, Ron, his wife Lisa, and their little boy Shane, were all very attached to Belker, and they were hoping for a miracle.

I examined Belker and found he was dying of cancer. I told the family we couldn’t do anything for Belker, and offered to perform the euthanasia procedure for the old dog in their home.

As we made arrangements, Ron and Lisa told me they thought it would be good for six year-old Shane to observe the procedure. They felt as though Shane might learn something from the experience.

The next day, I felt the familiar catch in my throat as Belker’s family surrounded him. Shane seemed so calm, petting the old dog for the last time, that I wondered if he understood what was going on. Within a few minutes, Belker slipped peacefully away.

The little boy seemed to accept Belker’s transition without any difficulty or confusion. We sat together for a while after Belker’s Death, wondering aloud about the sad fact that animal lives are shorter than human lives. Shane, who had been listening quietly, piped up, “I know why.”

Startled, we all turned to him. What came out of his mouth next stunned me. I’d never heard a more comforting explanation.

He said, “People are born so that they can learn how to live a good Life — like loving everybody all the time and being nice, right?” The six year-old continued, “Well, dogs already know how to do that, so they don’t have to stay as long.”

Live simply.

Love generously.

Care deeply.

Speak kindly.

Remember, if a dog was the teacher you would learn things like:

When loved ones come home, always run to greet them.

Never pass up the opportunity to go for a joyride.

Allow the experience of fresh air and the wind in your face to be pure Ecstasy.

Take naps.

Stretch before rising.

Run, romp, and play daily.

Thrive on attention and let people touch you.

Avoid biting when a simple growl will do.

On warm days, stop to lie on your back on the grass.

On hot days, drink lots of water and lie under a shady tree.

When you’re happy, dance around and wag your entire body.

Delight in the simple joy of a long walk.

Be loyal.

Never pretend to be something you’re not.

If what you want lies buried, dig until you find it.

When someone is having a bad day, be silent, sit close by, and nuzzle them gently.

And most of all, enjoy every moment of every day.

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Chapter 16

Posted by mozziestarlet on October 3, 2008

9am: My 4-cup coffee pot has just exploded on my desk in the most marvelous fashion and it’s not even the fourth of July. Given that I purchased it during my freshman year in college, I can hardly be angry as it has more than held up its end of the bargain. It has nursed me through many a hangover, given me the energy to survive 4am study sessions and most recently, has allowed me to avoid the battery acid sludge served from the office break room. I suppose it’s true that everything inevitably ends badly, or else it wouldn’t end. R.I.P., my beloved college relic. I will always remain true to you.

11am: The husband phones me at the office to inform me that one of his two ex-wives has just called to tell him that his son would like to see him that evening. He’s an adorable little fella with a heart of gold that even the husband cannot refuse, despite his busy schedule of nothing, nothing, and well, nothing. The husband requests my presence at their meeting because having one mother figure is not enough for a child trying to determine his place in this world. It is vital that I add a little more confusion to the mix.

7pm: The husband and I greet his son and ex-wife for a comfortable meeting of the minds. The husband has two full hours to spend quality time with the little fella before sending him back home where he won’t hear from his Dad for at least six months. Two hours is ample time to foster a proper father-son relationship. After all, our formative years aren’t truly shaped until our 20s, so the little fella has ten years before the presence of his father is needed.

9pm: The husband hugs his son and delivers his best sales pitch: “I love you, Son.” I have to fight the urge to projectile vomit and hide it beneath a comforting smile and hug to the little fella. I recognize the look in his son’s eyes that I know all too well. I think to myself, “You’re never too young to see the whites of their lies.” At ten years old, the little fella is so much smarter than the husband gives him credit for. The husband tells his son that he will “Call him tomorrow, k?” and sends the little fella back home to digest all of the crap that he has just been fed. I would kindly offer my family size bottle of Tums if I thought it would provide any relief, but some indigestion just never goes away.

“We’re like crystal. We break easy.”

– New Order


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