Growing up, I had a German Shepherd. She wasn’t your average dog; she could’ve been the pup in the ‘Jurassic Bark‘ episode of Futurama. Strong, powerful, loyal and respectful. Training her was an ease. She managed to bond two brothers with a 15 year age-gap and an entire family. She was always by my father’s side, who always wanted a pure bred German Shepherd since he was a kid. Her bed was right beside my father’s side of the bed. When going on walks, the leash was always on but never really needed to be used. She trusted us and we trusted her. 13 years later, her kidneys and liver were obsolete, along with her hips. It would be days between her meals, and even then they were minuscule. Her walks went from 300 feet to 5 feet of severe struggling. Our love grew even stronger for our ailing pup.
I discussed with my brother about purchasing some McDonald’s burgers and Chicken McNuggets. Fast food was never in her diet, this was a treat like no other. My mother and father told us that Whisper hadn’t wanted to eat for a few days (since family dinner), and that she’s never liked bread so it would be difficult. But when we brought the food, she gobble it all up immediately from our hands.
We stayed with her until the end, and the hardest yet best thing to do was end her suffering. If you ever have to put your dog to sleep, please be with them all the way through. Hold them and touch them and make them feel comfortable. If you can enjoy all the fun times, you can help her to a happier place when she is in pain.
I’m taking things a bit slower right now. Maybe some new inspired art will come of this. Reflective and intense.
Whisper made me love my family even more and make me want to spend all the time I can with them before the clock spins too quickly. Then it’s a wrap for all of us.
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