Good Dog, Joe

Joe, my husband, and I will go to the vet this morning to euthanize Joe. My prayer last night wasn’t answered the way I wanted. I wanted Joe to die at home in his sleep.

I can count on one hand the number of times Joe has been to the vet. I’ve taken him for drive-through rabies shots, and once a few years ago for a growth on his leg that wound up being nothing. I used a rubber band from Ruth’s braces to get that off (he kept licking at it and worry over it) rather than to have it surgically removed. Joe’s not going to like this trip.

Joe was always nervous, or really, more like antisocial. We adopted him forever (but of course not forever) ago at Pet Smart. His favorite place was either on his bed or under our bed. He’d really only come downstairs when he needed to go outside or when he’d smell good food. He’d take a piece of ham, a slice of turkey, or the crust from a pizza and go back upstairs under the bed to eat it.

Joe was a single-minded dog. Sometimes I’d throw old bread or cornbread out in the yard for the birds. My backyard birds are spoiled on black oil sunflower seeds so I’ve never actually seen a bird eat the bread I throw out there. But Joe would see it. It’s as if he counted the pieces. He’d bark to go out, grab a piece of bread, then come back in, climb the stairs, and eat it under the bed. He’d do it again, one piece at a time, until the bread was gone. He’d do the same for pizza crust scored in the living room.

We started thinking Joe had gone deaf. I’m not sure about that. I think he may have just stopped leaving his bed unless the need to go outside, ham, turkey, bread, or pizza was involved.

Honesty, I don’t know if Joe is going to be upset about this trip to the vet or not. I’ll hold him the whole time and tell him what a good dog he is. He’ll think that’s strange, but he’ll like that. I think it’s more that I’m upset. I’m projecting my death, the husband’s death, all my loved one’s deaths onto Joe. When I die, I want to die at home.

We don’t usually die at home, basically because it’s too expensive. That just seems like a stupid reason to me. Not that it’s too expensive, I can understand that it would be, but that we turn to doctors or nurses to help us die.

For a long time I haven’t been afraid of death. Of course it’s sad, truly mournful, but I do have a problem with the process of dieing and with funerals and burials. Nothing against the professionals, but it seems to me that we’ve added these unnecessary layers to it to remove ourselves from it, too make it easier on us, the living.

That’s not going to work for me. There’s nothing easy, and everything is easy, about it. One minute you’re alive, and the next minute your dead. What happens after that is a mystery. I believe it’s a wondrous mystery, but no one knows.

So I’ll do this weird thing and take Joe to vet to die. Then I’ll bring Joe’s body back to the house and bury it on the hill. I’ll cry some more, I’ll mourn. I’ll wonder at the mystery.

But first, I’m going to go get Joe a piece of bread.

7 thoughts on “Good Dog, Joe

  1. We have had dogs for 25 years and our first two dachshunds travelled around the world with us. One died at 18 at home and the other at 17 at the Vet in Rome on a 26 Dec. because he became ill all of a sudden. We were very upset in both cases and it too a long time to get over it. If you have been good to Joe, I am sure he will appreciate it. You provided for him, he had a stable and secure home and this is more than a lot of dogs get in this world. I am sure Joe is going to a good place.

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  2. Oh no…I’m so sorry for your loss of Joe. I have had to do this three different times over the past ten years….it never gets easier. Pawsko, Peaches and Keita will keep your Joe company till one day when we are reunited with them at the Rainbow Bridge.

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  3. There is no sorrow like that of the death of a pet. Every pet owner is reading this and feeling your loss and sorrow and pain.
    Indeed, when we first brought home or rescue dog some years ago I thought even then someday we will have to put her down. That is the price we pay for loving someone; we miss them so when they are gone. I am beginning to tear up. Time to stop.

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