A man and his dog were walking along a road. The man was enjoying the scenery, when it suddenly occurred to him that he was dead.
He remembered dying, and that the dog walking beside him had been dead for years. He wondered where the road was leading them.
After a while, they came to a high, white stone wall along one side of the road. It looked like fine marble. At the top of a long hill, it was broken by a tall arch that glowed in the sunlight.
When he was standing before it, he saw a magnificent gate in the arch that looked like mother-of-pearl, and the street that led to the gate looked like pure gold.
He and the dog walked toward the gate, and as he got closer, he saw a man at a desk to one side.
When he was close enough, he called out, ‘Excuse me, where are we?’
‘This is Heaven, sir,’ the man answered.
‘Wow! Would you happen to have some water?’ the man asked.
‘Of course, sir. Come right in, and I’ll have some ice water brought right up.’
The man gestured, and the gate began to open. ‘Can my friend,’ gesturing toward his dog, ‘come in, too?’ the traveler asked.
‘I’m sorry sir, but we don’t accept pets.’
The man thought a moment and then turned back toward the road and continued the way he had been going with his dog.
After another long walk, and at the top of another long hill, he came to a dirt road leading through a farm gate that looked as if it had never been closed. There was no fence. As he approached the gate, he saw a man inside, leaning against a tree and reading a book.
‘Excuse me!’ he called to the man. ‘Do you have any water?’
‘Yeah, sure, there’s a pump over there, come on in.’
‘How about my friend here?’ the traveler gestured to the dog.
‘There should be a bowl by the pump,’ said the man.
They went through the gate, and sure enough, there was an old-fashioned hand pump with a bowl beside it. The traveler filled the water bowl and took a long drink himself, then he gave some to the dog.
When they were full, he and the dog walked back toward the man who was standing by the tree. ‘What do you call this place?’ the traveler asked.
‘This is Heaven,’ he answered.
‘Well, that’s confusing,’ the traveler said.
‘The man down the road said that was Heaven, too.’
‘Oh, you mean the place with the gold street and pearly gates? Nope. That’s Hell.’
‘Doesn’t it make you mad for them to use your name like that?’
‘No, we’re just happy that they screen out the folks who would leave their best friends behind.’
In Home Euthanasia and Aftercare for Your Pet
Home Euthanasia – The Kindest Decision
The decision you have made after consulting with your veterinarian as well as family and friends to end suffering, pain, and the loss of life quality is a loving, caring one. Your decision to have the procedure performed in the home is the most peaceful, stress-free situation for your dear family member as well as the family members left behind.
If you live in a large city area, there are services that specialize in this. If you live in a smaller or more rural area, often the local vet with come to your home.
The most gentle method of euthanasia that is determined by the history, current treatment and evaluation of the condition of the pet at the time of the house visit. Generally the doctor will come to your home, some information and your consent will be gathered. When your pet is in a comfortable place the doctor will administer a heavy sedative that will take effect in minutes. This will make the pet unaware and out of pain. The doctor will then administer an overdose of barbiturate, which will peacefully ease the pet to sleep.
Fees vary, but you can usually get a comparison quote online and in many areas there are emergency services available 24-hours per day. If it is not an emergency, once you have recognized that your pet’s life quality is greatly diminished and the suffering must end soon most Vets and services will make an appointment for non-emergency services within 24 to 48 hours.
Services are tailored to your needs that include sedation, euthanasia, private cremation with delivery to your home in a decorative cedar urn, or aftercare without return of ashes. You may make other arrangements for aftercare. The fee depends upon several factors: whether the next available appointment is taken or an emergency is required, the size of the pet, and the aftercare option selected.
We all dread thinking about the fact that the day for the need for this service will come, but knowing that it is available when the time comes is often comforting.
Ask Marion – Just One More Pet
WCBM’s Les Kinsolving’s beautiful tribute to Brendan, Griffen, and all dogs and dog owners
CHAPTER FOURTEEN – Rescuing Sprite: A Dog Lover’s Story of Joy and Anguish
It was February. Kendall was up to something. She was leaving the house on the weekends for hours at a time without telling me where she was going. I also found some computer printouts around the kitchen of shelter dogs.
Mark R. Levin in a stern voice I said, “Kendall, I told you I’m not ready for another dog. We have Pepsi, and that’s enough for now.”
“Lauren’s just looking on the computer,” she said.
Then Lauren came over to me and showed me a photograph. “Look at this dog, Dad. Isn’t he beautiful? He’s blind but he needs help.”
“Are you nuts?” I said to her. “Let me be as clear as I can: No new dog!”
A week passed. I was working in my home ofﬁce.
Kendall and Lauren were out somewhere. Chase told me the girls had taken Pepsi for a ride. They were gone for a long time, but I thought nothing of it.
I heard the garage door open. Kendall and Lauren were home. But then I heard a commotion upstairs. Pepsi was making his “devil run” around the house. But I heard something else.
“Oh no, what’s that,” I shouted. Before I could get up to see what was going on, a small dog came bouncing down the basement stairs to greet me. “Isn’t he beautiful?” Kendall said. She had a big smile on her face.
“I told you it’s too early for another dog. I can’t believe you didn’t talk to me about this ﬁrst!
“If I had told you, you would have said no,” she answered.
“That’s right, I would have said no. I need another ﬁve or six months before we consider getting another dog.”
Kendall apologized and said she’d return the dog the next day. She and Lauren had taken Pepsi to a PetSmart in Frederick, Maryland, which was showing dogs that were up for adoption. They had seen a dog sleeping in one of the cages who caught their attention. He had curly fur but they couldn’t see his face. They picked him up to see what he looked like. They both looked at each other and knew he was coming home with them. Pepsi and the dog also hit it off. The dog then followed them around the store as if to say, “I’d love to come home with you.”
As afternoon turned to night, my apprehensiveness subsided, as Kendall knew it would. I couldn’t let her return the dog. God knows what might happen to him if no one else adopted him. It was a fate for which I didn’t want any responsibility. As it was, a wonderful group called Friends for Life Animal Rescue Inc. in Monrovia, Maryland, had already saved him from being euthanized by the local shelter, which hadn’t been able to ﬁnd him a family after a few months. Besides, after a few hours with the little guy, I was already attached to him. He was as cute as could be—a mix of poodle and Lhasa apso, they say (I actually think he’s part cairn terrier, but what do I know), and he couldn’t be more than twenty- ﬁve pounds.
I could tell he was happy to be in our home. He explored each room, snifﬁng here and there. He walked over to each family member, as if introducing himself. He needed and deserved a loving family. My family. We debated what to name him. Lauren suggested “Dewey” after the drink Mountain Dew. Kendall mentioned “Fresca” or “Fanta.” After all, we’d named our other dogs Pepsi and Sprite. Chase and I shot them down. We decided to break from the line of soda names and settled on Griffen.
Once again, Kendall had been told the dog was six years old. And once again I told her, “He’s not six years old. He’s older.” We later learned that he’s eleven. As Kendall dug further into his background, she discovered that his owners had decided that their lives were too busy to keep him. They wanted to travel more. So they actually asked their vet whether they should put him up for adoption or have him euthanized! Can you imagine? I have nothing but contempt for such inhumanity and selﬁshness
I ﬁred off an e-mail to Chris, asking him to perform a complete exam on Griffen. I wanted to make sure that if there was anything wrong with him, we’d do everything possible for him. Chris responded, “Wow!” He was as stunned as I that Kendall had brought home another dog. After Chris examined Griffen he told us one of his ears had been severely infected for some time. He said he had to muzzle Griffen to look at his ears because of the pain it caused him. A few months later ﬁfteen of Griffen’s teeth had to be removed because they were in such bad shape. And due to persistent problems with his right ear, Griffen
recently had a total ear canal ablation—that is, his right ear canal was removed. Had his original owners bothered to care for him, the poor dog would not have had to suffer as he did.
Griffen won’t have to fend for himself anymore. He has received excellent medical attention, and from now on he will be properly cared for. It turns out he also has a heartvalve problem. But as someone with his own heart issues, I know there’s no reason why he can’t live several more years. I sure hope so.
Griffen is now surrounded by people who love him, and a furry friend who will give him companionship. He no longer has to wonder where home is. We’re working on his house- training, which means many more early morning and late- night walks. But it’s worth it. He’s a joy—our little joy. Moments before Sprite passed away, I looked into his eyes and promised him that we’d never forget him. And I think about him many times every day.
Sprite will never know all the good he did during his short visit on earth and the events he set in motion: Because of him, I was moved to write this book. So it’s only fair that a portion of all the proceeds I receive from Rescuing Sprite go to dog shelters and rescue groups across the nation, which are overwhelmed with Sprites and Griffens who are in desperate need of food, shelter, medical care, and loving families willing to open their hearts to one of these babies. Rescued dogs, like all dogs, appreciate every kindness.
Nothing will ever replace our beloved Sprite or Pepsi or Griffen.
And in the end, we humans are the lucky ones!
Source: The Mark Levin Show
Griffen Levin passed away Christmas week 2010