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Hank had made some messes on the rug and had lost a lot of energy. It was summer and I let him in the back yard in the evening. He just lay in the grass in an awkward position. I closed the driveway fence to keep the neighbors huge, goofy lab from bumbling around back there.
Later, in the evening I went to check on him and couldn’t find him at first. After a search, I found him half under the house behind some hedges in a location I’d never seen him before. He didn’t seem right so I decided I would take him to the vets again in the morning on my day off.
It was a beautiful morning and Hank actually showed some interest in going in the back yard again. I closed the gate again to let him be by himself. I filled the bird-bath with the garden hose so Hanky wanted to drink some water. I just stood there and held the end of the hose so he could get a drink (and splash it all over his face).
When it was time I eased him into his carrier and drove to the vets. Cindy had made arrangements to meet me there from work and was waiting in her car in the lot.
The doctor didn’t need a long examination. Hank’s cancer had grown and his time was up.
We felt we owed him our presence when the time came and we held hands and promised to be strong. We thanked Hank for all the love…and for choosing us.
I am nearly crying as hard right now as I was that day 10 and a half years ago. Ya, I’m a softy, and I’ve lost another little friend recently. But that was the kind of impact Hank had.
Thank you for having such a wonderful site so I could recount this tale. I apologize for being so dramatic but this was a labor of love. I am NOT going to write a story like this for every little friend I’ve had that crossed over, although I may write one more. Still… nothing like this.
I have been on vacation all week and that has allowed me these late nights to write. My week is winding down so I won’t have as many opportunities for a while. Perhaps a long time, we’ll see.
Thanks again,
Marc G.
Portland, Or. USA
http://www.thecatsite.com/forums/showthread.php?t=78976
Hank had made some messes on the rug and had lost a lot of energy. It was summer and I let him in the back yard in the evening. He just lay in the grass in an awkward position. I closed the driveway fence to keep the neighbors huge, goofy lab from bumbling around back there.
Later, in the evening I went to check on him and couldn’t find him at first. After a search, I found him half under the house behind some hedges in a location I’d never seen him before. He didn’t seem right so I decided I would take him to the vets again in the morning on my day off.
It was a beautiful morning and Hank actually showed some interest in going in the back yard again. I closed the gate again to let him be by himself. I filled the bird-bath with the garden hose so Hanky wanted to drink some water. I just stood there and held the end of the hose so he could get a drink (and splash it all over his face).
When it was time I eased him into his carrier and drove to the vets. Cindy had made arrangements to meet me there from work and was waiting in her car in the lot.
The doctor didn’t need a long examination. Hank’s cancer had grown and his time was up.
We felt we owed him our presence when the time came and we held hands and promised to be strong. We thanked Hank for all the love…and for choosing us.
I am nearly crying as hard right now as I was that day 10 and a half years ago. Ya, I’m a softy, and I’ve lost another little friend recently. But that was the kind of impact Hank had.
Thank you for having such a wonderful site so I could recount this tale. I apologize for being so dramatic but this was a labor of love. I am NOT going to write a story like this for every little friend I’ve had that crossed over, although I may write one more. Still… nothing like this.
I have been on vacation all week and that has allowed me these late nights to write. My week is winding down so I won’t have as many opportunities for a while. Perhaps a long time, we’ll see.
Thanks again,
Marc G.
Portland, Or. USA