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Rest in Peace my doggie Plucky (1994 - 2013)
12 years ago
Welcome to Bo-san's Journal! =D On the morning of last Tuesday (April 23, 2013), my 20-year-old Daschund dog called “Plucky” passed away. He had to be put to his eternal sleep due to the failure of various organs that made it impossible for him to live a normal life, happy and without pain. It was necessary and it was done, being placed first Plucky's welfare at the expense of my sadness and my family’s.
Not only today, but in these last days of his life, I did what many would consider a complete bullshit, that was crying by the impending death of my dear doggie and the painful duty that fell over my hands, which was putting an end to his life. In such a moment, the pain of feeling like an "executioner" of my own dog led me to a very strong pain. But this was the job I had to do. It was my responsibility to be with him until the end, until your heart stopped beating. And that's what I, my brother and my father did.
Plucky was the strongest dog I've ever seen in my life. He was an example of strength, courage and love for all of us. I never saw a living being who loved life as much as my dog, who went through so much pain in this life, but never lost the joy of living and spreading it throughout the house, comforting the hearts of his human owners. Since his childhood, Plucky had a skin problem that caused injuries and bleeding and vets could never figure out what was wrong with him, having us found this problem to be an allergy to chicken, which caused him some scars. In mid-2010, it appeared a hernia located near his anus that moved his bladder and made it impossible for him to defecate and urinate normally. The vets said he could not endure the corrective surgical procedures due to his advanced age at that time (17 years old). However, to the surprise of many, he survived and recovered quickly from surgery. Over the last two years of his life, his bone structure started to degenerate and he had some back pain, not allowing our doggie to walk much. But none of that took him the joy of life and strength to live. Even in his last moments of pain, caused by old age and the weakening of his body, he kept breathing, with his little heart still beating. He was so strong and loved life so much that it was necessary that we took his eternal sleep where there would be no more suffering or pain. We did all we could for him, until the end of his life.
Living with such a great dog, which was for me one of the greatest examples of strength and courage, was marvelous. A big portion of my life has been beside him. When we went to a pet shop to buy a puppy, I was eight years old (I'm 27 now). He was there, asleep, so beautiful. Little did he know the happiness he would give me all these years. His name came from the animated character "Plucky" from the cartoon series “Tiny Toon Adventures”. He was given this name because the green duck was my favorite character during my childhood. These 19 years were very special, as he was beside me in my childhood, adolescence and now adulthood. Plucky is so special for me and my family that crying for him is also a great pleasure, even though he was not a human being, a person. Tears are shed for a little creature that only loved and did good things to me and all of my family. I believe we should weep only for those are worthy, for those who have brought us something good for people's lives.
Readers of this text, don’t misunderstand the lack of exclamation points. While writing what is written here, my heart bled compulsively, tears fell with ease. They are tears of love in a time of grieving as intensely human as the human being’s ability to develop meaning to things and emotional bonds with living beings who are not necessarily of our species. It is possible to judge those who, like me, weep for their pets who are sick or who have already died? As an incomplete human being and fully aware of my limitations and my existential complexities, I believe not, because love is in many cases linked to several physical, mental and spiritual elements. Memories, experiences, bonds, life, meanings of things in the world, all elements are personal, even if the context in which we live in leads us to certain common values and philosophies of life. And that's it, love.
In this time of grief we let life take its time, when the tears dry up and life returns to its normal course, when we accept that the absence of those creatures who made us so happy and now deserve to rest in peace after a long battle called life. I’m sorry if took so long on a text that should just be brief. However, when dealing with the death of a family member (in this case, a dog that was actually a member of my family) it is spiritually necessary for to untangle the wool ball that exists in my heart even to comfort myself, because I am physically and mentally tired after nearly seven long days fighting for Plucky’s welfare.
Despite the grief, I thank God for giving me my super strong doggie that was so burly that, despite his small size, he much was stronger than many Pitbulls and Rottweilers I've seen out there, with his spirit, determination and the love he had for all of us, their owners. Goodbye, Plucky, you will be in my heart forever. I wish those who also lost their furry friends are able to find joy in the memories hot after so many years together.
May joy of living come for the living and eternal peace to those who left us.
Plucky (November 1994 - April 2013). - The super strongest dog in the world
Not only today, but in these last days of his life, I did what many would consider a complete bullshit, that was crying by the impending death of my dear doggie and the painful duty that fell over my hands, which was putting an end to his life. In such a moment, the pain of feeling like an "executioner" of my own dog led me to a very strong pain. But this was the job I had to do. It was my responsibility to be with him until the end, until your heart stopped beating. And that's what I, my brother and my father did.
Plucky was the strongest dog I've ever seen in my life. He was an example of strength, courage and love for all of us. I never saw a living being who loved life as much as my dog, who went through so much pain in this life, but never lost the joy of living and spreading it throughout the house, comforting the hearts of his human owners. Since his childhood, Plucky had a skin problem that caused injuries and bleeding and vets could never figure out what was wrong with him, having us found this problem to be an allergy to chicken, which caused him some scars. In mid-2010, it appeared a hernia located near his anus that moved his bladder and made it impossible for him to defecate and urinate normally. The vets said he could not endure the corrective surgical procedures due to his advanced age at that time (17 years old). However, to the surprise of many, he survived and recovered quickly from surgery. Over the last two years of his life, his bone structure started to degenerate and he had some back pain, not allowing our doggie to walk much. But none of that took him the joy of life and strength to live. Even in his last moments of pain, caused by old age and the weakening of his body, he kept breathing, with his little heart still beating. He was so strong and loved life so much that it was necessary that we took his eternal sleep where there would be no more suffering or pain. We did all we could for him, until the end of his life.
Living with such a great dog, which was for me one of the greatest examples of strength and courage, was marvelous. A big portion of my life has been beside him. When we went to a pet shop to buy a puppy, I was eight years old (I'm 27 now). He was there, asleep, so beautiful. Little did he know the happiness he would give me all these years. His name came from the animated character "Plucky" from the cartoon series “Tiny Toon Adventures”. He was given this name because the green duck was my favorite character during my childhood. These 19 years were very special, as he was beside me in my childhood, adolescence and now adulthood. Plucky is so special for me and my family that crying for him is also a great pleasure, even though he was not a human being, a person. Tears are shed for a little creature that only loved and did good things to me and all of my family. I believe we should weep only for those are worthy, for those who have brought us something good for people's lives.
Readers of this text, don’t misunderstand the lack of exclamation points. While writing what is written here, my heart bled compulsively, tears fell with ease. They are tears of love in a time of grieving as intensely human as the human being’s ability to develop meaning to things and emotional bonds with living beings who are not necessarily of our species. It is possible to judge those who, like me, weep for their pets who are sick or who have already died? As an incomplete human being and fully aware of my limitations and my existential complexities, I believe not, because love is in many cases linked to several physical, mental and spiritual elements. Memories, experiences, bonds, life, meanings of things in the world, all elements are personal, even if the context in which we live in leads us to certain common values and philosophies of life. And that's it, love.
In this time of grief we let life take its time, when the tears dry up and life returns to its normal course, when we accept that the absence of those creatures who made us so happy and now deserve to rest in peace after a long battle called life. I’m sorry if took so long on a text that should just be brief. However, when dealing with the death of a family member (in this case, a dog that was actually a member of my family) it is spiritually necessary for to untangle the wool ball that exists in my heart even to comfort myself, because I am physically and mentally tired after nearly seven long days fighting for Plucky’s welfare.
Despite the grief, I thank God for giving me my super strong doggie that was so burly that, despite his small size, he much was stronger than many Pitbulls and Rottweilers I've seen out there, with his spirit, determination and the love he had for all of us, their owners. Goodbye, Plucky, you will be in my heart forever. I wish those who also lost their furry friends are able to find joy in the memories hot after so many years together.
May joy of living come for the living and eternal peace to those who left us.
Plucky (November 1994 - April 2013). - The super strongest dog in the world
thank you again for sharing such a wonderful Eulogy. I appreciate it as a fellow dog owner. And I share your pain with you.
I still feel sad if I think about my old golden retriever Crystal...
The heartache dulls with time, but never goes away fully.
I wish you and your family well. Please let me know if I may do anything to help you.
dogs normally live 10 years, yours lived 20. I'm sure he lived a happy life with you by his side.
You did right. And I say this with the certainty of the blind one. He loved you tons, it's obvious, or otherwise he wouldn't have been so strong, he wouldn't have endured so much and for so long if he didn't want to stand by your side for as long as possible. You loved him since the time your eight years old eyes layed on his sleeping, cubby self, you helped him fighting through all his life and all his fatigues, and you loved him till the end, when all hopes were lost and the pain too much, and you were called to do the dreadful but necessary act of love to say farewell... It's easy to love someone to the point of wanting them with us, it's hard to love someone so much as to part from them.
I never met Plucky. You're saying he was a strong dog, and I believe you. He was drawing his strength from your heart, from your love for him... so he couldn't be anything else but the strongest dog in the world.