Remembering the Perfect Day on a Very Sad One.

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1. My life is likely to last 10 to 15 years. Any separation from you will be painful remember that before you get me. 
2. Give me time to understand what you want of me. 
3. Place your trust in me- it is crucial to my well being. 
4. Do not be angry at me for long, and do not lock me up as punishment. 
5. You have your work, your entertainment,and your friends. I only have you. 
6. Talk to me sometimes. Even if I don't understands your words, I understand your voice when it is speaking to me. 
7. Be aware that how ever you treat me, I will never forget. 
8. Remember before you hit me that I have teeth that could easily hurt you, but I choose not to bite you because I love you. 
9. Before you scold me for being uncooperative,obstinate,or lazy, ask yourself if something might be bothering me. Perhaps I might not be getting the right food, or I have been out to long, or my heart is getting to old and weak. 
10. Take care of me when I get old; you too will grow old. 
Go with me on difficult journeys. 
Never say: "I cannot bear to watch" or "Let it happen in my absence." 
Everything is easier for me if you are there, even my death. Remember that I love you.


My Fur child had cancerous mass on her spleen that had spread to her liver, which was diagnosed a month ago so I wanted to give her the Perfect Day.

Jon Katz wrote an article on the Perfect Day: based on his book

"Going Home: Finding Peace when Pets Die"

4 weeks ago I prepared her favorite meals (pretty much anything that I eat, except for salad!), we went to the drive-thru at Starbucks and she got a pup-a-chino, which she loved. We went to the lake and walked on the beach, and I carried her for a bit. We rode thru the country with the windows down and had snacks all along the way. When we got home we took a long nap and had an early dinner. Then we Skyped her cousins to say goodbye.

Last Night I gave her a bath in warm water and spoke softly to her. As I did, her eyes rolled back in her head and she started to fall over (I didn't know if it was a seizure or if she just felt completely relaxed and was falling asleep). I scooped her up in a towel and held her until she seemed coherent. I then dried her fur off and rubbed her badly swollen belly. "Momma's just getting you clean and pretty so you can go see Nana" I said, "Just tell her that I love you both very much". This morning she seemed fine, though she refused to eat and needed some assistance outside. When I gave her a treat, I told her that she was a very good girl.

When I got home from work she was on her side, with the untouched treat right next to her. It breaks my heart that I was not at home when it happened. I shouldn't have gone to work this morning.

This 13 year old ball of fur has been my constant companion for all but 2 months of her entire life.

I wish I could have read her mind.

Perhaps she'd tell me she needs to rest.

A friend loves at all times (Ps 17:17). She was a very good friend, indeed.

You made me happy
This you can bet
You sat right beside me
And I won't forget

And I really love you
You should know
I wanna make sure I'm right, girl
Before I let go

This is how I'll remember you, my super hero. Go to sleep my sweet love.






This message has given me some comfort:


"When God is Late (part 3)"