Rest in Peace, Sir Maximilian: Maxwell The Brown Buffalo Beast Chesapeake Bay Retriever. You were a good dog........
“That
is not dead which can eternal lie, yet with stranger aeons, even Death may
die.”
-- H.P. Lovecraft
Indeed, if I could kill that merciless
b*****d Death I very well would......
As the burning sun this evening shrank
slowly from the skies of West Stockton in the twilight of dusk, I lost an old
friend to inevitable death. My big,
brown Chesapeake Bay Retriever, Sir Maxwell, died this evening, of old
age. He was almost thirteen years
old. Even as I sit here pecking away at
the indifferent key-board, trying to organize my thoughts, I realize that there
are far worse ways for a dog to die than what just happened an hour or so ago
to Max. He seemed to have gone into the
ether with-out suffering much pain in the end, though I have known for awhile
that he was in every-day agony but selfishly, I didn't take him to the
veterinarian, for I already knew what they would tell me: that he must be put down. My only excuse is that he seemed to enjoy
life still; just last week he was chasing and biting at wafting cigarette smoke
that glinted in the warm October sun.
This was something he loved to do, especially if the smoke was of
burning trees. His eyes were drawn
naturally to the smoke.
It was an awful surprise to find my
boy dead tonight; my mom told me he had made a strange noise that she heard
through the window and as I stepped out the dirty sliding glass door onto the
red-wood deck, Max took his last shuddering, twitching breath. I knelt down and laid a gentle hand on his
head, whispering that I loved him and that I was sorry.
Maybe some of you have never
experienced the unconditional love and loyalty of a pet and if that is the sad
truth, then I truly feel absolute pity for you.
You have no idea what you are missing and I swear to The Gods that now
greet Max in preparation for his new existence that I gladly suffer this acidic
grief, embracing it even, in memory to a dog that gave me joyful serenity in
times when I was in desperate need of it.
If you have never felt what I feel now, then you have truly lived a
meaningless life, for it is not how you make yourself feel that matters in this
life but more about how you give the caring, loving kindness one should always
give to those in need: all animals are in need.
If you give your animals food, water, and love, they give you back
happiness; in such a cruel World, such a thing should and can never be taken for
granted. The empty pain I feel now in my heart will slowly fill with love after
this terrible shock, leaving me forever with a memory of a damned good dog……
I was very sad and ill when I wrote this Friday night, after I had taken Max's body to the vet for cremation. I doubt some of you will understand but losing an animal to inevitable Death is sometimes worse than when it happens to a human.....I have vast experience with that asshole Death and e are not friends at all............Res Ipsa Loqutur
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first let me say that i have lost more than one dog to fate. my irish setter, shawn was hit by a truck and killed outright. my pit bull,booboo, was stolen and probably bred to death by dog fighters and my irish setter, jaime, was taken in a malicious divorce. that being said let me state unequivically that there is no greater love than that of a cherished canine for his or her owner/partner, anywhere....period. i understand your grief and offer you condolences for your pain and anguish. this, my friend, was a very touching write.
This is very sweet. I understand how much it hurts to lose a a pet - they are indeed a loved one. I am sorry for your loss. Sir Maxwell was very lucky to have you there for him near the end.
first let me say that i have lost more than one dog to fate. my irish setter, shawn was hit by a truck and killed outright. my pit bull,booboo, was stolen and probably bred to death by dog fighters and my irish setter, jaime, was taken in a malicious divorce. that being said let me state unequivically that there is no greater love than that of a cherished canine for his or her owner/partner, anywhere....period. i understand your grief and offer you condolences for your pain and anguish. this, my friend, was a very touching write.
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