Life is Precious
I wrote the following in 2008. It was published in The Denver Post.
Our old dog, Tanner, of mixed parentage, passed away this month, the same week we saw Marley and Me. He was over thirteen years old. He died peacefully during the night, alone. He did not seem to be in pain when I last saw him earlier that evening. He did not whine, but he was not eating. I found him the next morning. He looked like he was sleeping but I knew the truth because he did not raise his head to greet me. Tanner is buried in a nice spot on the ranch.
Our old dog, Buck, a Golden Retriever, also died at age thirteen, several years ago, under different circumstances. He was in pain. He could not get up. He was whining. We euthanized him at home with his family petting him and telling…
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