He is refusing food and water, and cannot stand up.
If you who care to might hold Zeke, Becky and me in your thoughts for the next 36 hours or so, it would be appreciated.
Thank you all for all the kindness and generosity of spirit you have shown us.
You three are in my thoughts. Especially you two whose hearts are breaking. Sing him a song for me.
Well, there’s really nothing that can be said, except that it’s inevitable, and that you’re doing the right thing for Zeke. And that he will live on, not only in the minds of you and Becky, but of all the people who have, and will continue to, read what you’ve written about him and be moved to tears by it, as so many of us no doubt are hearing this news.
Give him a kiss for me.
weeping
Thank you for your courage in sharing this heartbreaking event. You all have been in my thoughts daily during these last days. I am sorry for your troubles.
I’m gonna go home and hug my dog now. As soon as I stop crying.
I’m sorry, Chris, but be strong for him so he can get through this knowing you’re by his side and will see him through it. My thoughts are with all three of you even as I weep. Take care.
I’m so sorry. My thoughts and heart are with you all…and the “furry sparks” in my own home are benefiting from that…
I cried reading the last few days of posts this morning, and now I’m crying again. I just don’t have words. Scritches for Zeke, and may his journey be peaceful.
What a wonderful dog.
Chris, I don’t know what to say. I hope it helps that all of our arms are around you.
Someone recently posted part of Rilke’s Eighth Elegy from the Duino Elegies. I read this section of the same poem today, and immediately thought of Zeke:
If the animal
coming toward us so surely
from another direction
had our kind of consciousness
he’d drag us around in his sway.
But his being
is infinite to him
incomprehensible, and without
a sense of his condition
pure as his gaze.
And where we see the future
he sees everything
and himself in everything
healed and whole
forever.
He’s the best boy ever. My love to all of you.
Tell him stories of the best times you had with him. Tell him he has many friends who love him. Even those friends who have never met him will remember him. You are all in my loving thoughts.
My thoughts and love are with you. Take care, dear friends.
His body, old and ravaged, relaxes -
Free at last, again and always,
Of pain and infirmity.
His soul, unbowed and stainless, expands -
Free and dancing,
Into the foreverlands.
Words fail. Love to the three of you.
Holding you all.
you got it, all three of you.
So sorry. I’ll be thinking of you.
holding you all in the light.
When I was I was a young guy, still living with my parents, we had a Shelty.
It was my grandma’s dog and we took him in after she passed on. He wasn’t the brightest dog in the world, but he was the sweetest creature I’ve ever known.
When he was about 15, his health problems really started to take their toll. Arthritus, kidney problems, diabetes - you name it.
My dad, at the supper table, informed us that the vet said the dog was really starting to suffer and we need to think about “euthanasia”. Then my dad who faithfully took the dog on walks every day started to sob, followed by my mom, followed by the rest of us.
My father was born in the late 20’s. Men weren’t supposed to show emotions. But he did that day.
I’m sorry for the pain you’re going through. I can identify.
Lovelovelovelove to you all.
We find that after years of struggle we do not take a journey, but rather a journey takes us.
Peace to Zeke. And much love to you and Becky.
Ah, that was fast.
Blade, not bludgeon.
What MindSpin said: “I wish you peace to be utterly present while he’s with you. (I hope he still is, as I write.) This is love’s time. I think he’d like to hear you telling him stories about the old adventures, softly, close to his ear. If I were a dog, that’s what I’d want to hear. I’d drift off into dreams.”
Even when you know this is how the story will end, it still sucks and it still hurts like hell.
Even now Zeke is a Good Dog to wait until the weekend so Becky has some time off. Peace and Blessings to you, Becky, and Zeke.
I love you, all three, and I am sitting vigil for you in my heart.
You’re all in my thoughts too. And I’ll repeat Spyder, since Om Mani Padme Hum is the only prayer I know.
All our deepest sympathy.
The softest of strokes across Zeke’s brow from all of us here and deep sobs for your pain, Chris and Becky. I love that dog, admire his spirit and yours, and mourn the loss of such a wonderful creature. Hold on to the fact that you are the light of his life - the best gift he could ever want, the only gift he ever needed.
Blessings on you all, and tears to help float a small boat far to the west.
No one could ask for a truer friend. Courage to you and your loved ones.
Chris and Becky, Please pass on my tears and my love and my arms… It seems that this is goodbye. You will be in my thoughts even though I never met you, Zeke. All my love… DD
*pat Zeke*
*hug Chris*
Hugs and cold wet nose rubs to all. I’ll be thinking about you.
((( zeke )))
((( chris )))
((( becky )))
Carrying each of you in my thoughts
I’m so sorry.
The picture at Pandagon is wonderful. Good, pretty boy Zeke.
Sending light and love to your family. Blessings, Zeke.
My thoughts are with you Chris. From what I’ve read, Zeke has led a great life with a truly caring human. Take care.