Floyd. June 6, 1994-April 25, 2010

This morning, I held my nearly 16-year-old beagle mix in my arms as the veterinarian put him to sleep. I felt his heart beating against my thigh, until it wasn’t. His weak gasps for air stopped. His dementia- and arthritis-driven yelps were no more. The silence was a comforting pillow atop a bed of heart-piercing nails.

Floyd never once went to bed hungry or cold, and he got a hug every single day of his life.

We should all be so lucky and so loved.

2 Comments on “Floyd. June 6, 1994-April 25, 2010

  1. I hear you about Floyd’s great life and I understand you have comforting memories, but I think that is one of the hardest thing for us humans to go through.
    Thinking of you as I sit here with my 11-year old Toaster (border collie/chow mix)
    Dorie Cox

    • Thanks, Dorie. I hope Toaster enjoys many more happy years to come.

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