A wonderful dog has died. Ninja belonged to close friends of mine in California. She was sixteen. Pretty old for a lab mix.
After months of trying to keep her
alive by shear force of will, Ninja's owners finally realized that
nothing else could be done. You could look in her eyes and see that her
heart still wanted to bark at dolphins from the bow of a kayak. Or
chase a ball into the ocean all day long. Or keep the coyotes at bay
from her spot on the front deck. But her body finally gave
up. Handfeeding her when she couldn't eat, cleaning up her
moments of incontinence, and carrying her up stairs were no longer
enough. Today, after her family said their good byes the vet put
I wrote a eulogy
of sorts for her over a year ago after a visit. It was clear that she
was declining then and it made me sad to think what it would be like
without her to greet me like a long lost friend anymore.
Today the phone call came.