An extremely well written and poignant piece by Jan Riordan regarding the illness of her dog Reggie. My guess is that her husband had to go through it a few times before he could read it on the air.
I find it moving in part because I have heard Jan talk about that dog and I know how much she loves him. But, even more so, because I suffer from - and glory in - the same attachments. We had to put down a couple of Goldens within several months of each other in 2010. On the way to the vet, I stopped and bought the big guy, Derry, a hamburger. He couldn't stand up anymore but he enjoyed that burger.
He trusted us to the end. I wish we deserved it.
I think she's right in that there is a sense in which these guys are better than we are. They can't take care of themselves but there is a very real way in which they take of you. They require something from us that requires a deeper understanding of who we are.
Not a bad life if you can do that.