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In the End –All that is Left are Memories and Paper




It’s been a week now, and if somebody asks me about that day last week Axel went to the rainbow bridge I cry. The house has never seemed so empty, and the world outside has become quiet. Much as people still try to make me see my decision was right, I keep second-guessing what I did and descend into a pit of guilt. The thing is, even veterinarians who are trained in pet care are oftentimes just making their best guess, because our dear pets can’t talk; they just can’t tell us what’s wrong.

I’m no stranger to death. Am I confusing other past losses of life with his? Is it now somehow bound up with this grief? I think loss is loss, and when loved ones – human or animal – go we feel it acutely. I realize now how dependent I was on Axel after Angelo died, and why I am grieving so intensely. I still keep looking at his picture and find myself saying, “I’m sorry”. I keep wondering if I was 7 years-old might I be able to accept and process Axel’s transition without any difficulty or confusion.

The only thing I’m grateful for is the fact my worst fears weren’t realized – I didn’t want to die before he did. It’s a small consolation now. Yesterday I finally opened a card from the Valley Veterinary Clinic. Through my tears I saw that it had been signed by the whole staff and that a donation would be made in memory of Axel to help care for animals in need. They had no idea that some nights I parked my car in their parking lot for a few moments as I knew his body was still there until Monday. Or yesterday, I stood on the edge of the road in view of Waggs’ N Whiskers on Highway 7 and watched the dogs play outside from a distance.

I’m a writer, and I need to process my grief by writing, so that’s what I am doing. But, the moral to this story is, no matter how much you love them, sometimes you have to let them go. Never let anyone suffer and live, love and do your best. The world was a better place with him but the last thing he would want for me is to be sad— and animals are as real to us as our family and friends. But there’s one huge difference–our relationship with our pets is so uncomplicated, so pure and simple – they need us -and don’t ask us to be anything other than who we are. In my world of being a whole lot different than other people, it can be a close call. But he didn’t care about that, he just knew I was brave enough to be myself. I loved him and I did my best for him, and in the end, I made his pain stop. I am really trying not to regret that, as a quiet death in loving company is the best any of us can hope for.


Memoirs of a Doggie Blogger from The Valley Veterinary Clinic


So I have been shaking my head a lot, and my Mother thinks I have an ear infection. She said my ears are broke! I don’t really know where I am going, but it has to be better than my yard. It’s just the same boring people day by day walking by to bark at. Or, it’s sitting upstairs behind the writer tapping away on her computer. A guy needs some excitement. The minute she brought out my collar and leash I knew it had to be party time.


I am 12 years old, which is 84 in human years, and I have a hard time getting into the SUV now. My Mother did try a few times lifting my front paws up and then trying to get the back end up. We had to do it many times, and she was really spouting off the potty words. Heck, if she was in dog years she would be dead! Does she ever think I might exaggerate the whole ordeal to get her going? Once she finally got me in it kind of looked like a giant fur ball in the front seat. Remember, the car seat is where the dog hair sticks to everything but me!


Okay, the front seat is kind of small for me, and as you can see I am shedding. So, I decided after I left a lot of fur in the front seat– I might as well reciprocate in the back. Good to make her sweat a bit!


The window, the air conditioning. Now this is living! My eyes might be going, but I can still spot that mailman on William Street. He’s lucky I’m in the car! I mean, how can you stay calm at a time like this? By the way, the window’s not dirty-that’s my nose art!


So we are in my favourite place. I like these people because they make me feel better. Maybe you read my last blog called Collecting Your Dog’s Urine Sample. Now my Mom really had choice words for that job she was given by the “Vets” and wrote about it.

Look at those hot gals on the magazine covers! Whoooohooooo! Girls!!!!


Are these toys for me? My Mother says they are for cats or small children- she can’t quite figure it out! She told me not to touch them though! Too bad I can’t sneak a few out of here! Cat’s are annoying- I can poop outside and they have to do it in a box!


My Mother told me that her Grandma always bought her a treat at the grocery store each week. This is not the grocery store, but she is definitely buying me a bag of treats! I mean why does she get to eat the good stuff and I have to eat the Iams dog food?


Okay time to lick the cat perch in the examining room. These cats taste great! Some hot nurse took my temperature from my back door. I licked her after- maybe we can date now. I kissed a girl and I liked it! So now I have drops for my ears and it’s time to go. Wonder who is in the waiting room?


There are two dogs outside the room and they are my size. Harley the Boxer is protecting his Mama, and he will fight to the death for her. There is also a big black dog that looks like the Hound of the Baskervilles- but he looks a little dazed. But, my Mom is rushing me out there so all three of us don’t have a doggy donnybrook. You will have to excuse my Mom, she still lives in the dark ages and refers to a “let’s get ready to rumble” with some old hockey term her Dad, the lifelong Maple Leafs fan taught her. Yes, she can be annoying, but she loves me.

That was exciting today, hope we can go for a walk now because I feel like some butt sniffing!  By the way Mom, I booked a neutering procedure for us both at the same time, I figured that was only fair!


Valley Veterinary Clinic would like to remind everyone not to leave their pets in the car please, cars can kill!

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