With Cody
With Kendall
Most people would agree that the best place to go is at home, surrounded, as is the term often used, by those we love. A pack animal requires such contact, and it was a gift that we were able to provide to Abbey in her waning hours. These are some of my favorite photos of the members of her pack, one human, aware that something is about to happen to her father's dog, the other canine, with no such foresight. Abbey patiently waited, rear legs useless, without complaint, for her pack to take care of her. We walked her wheelbarrow-style to the yard, worked her contorted rear limbs to resemble their former shape, massaged her gut to aid her bowels. She bore it with dignity. Even when our friend the vet was hours from delivering the lethal dose, we repeated these actions, equally for my own comfort as for hers. Rituals to honor ourselves, our connection, and the way we live life.
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