Although a dog provides much joy
Boundless affection and loyalty;
Muted words through eyes deployed
No quid pro quo just barks made so noisily.
Wishing only loving care amid basic needs
Few humans can compete;
So why would anyone not heed
A companion so elite.
I have no qualms to be your mate
And together tackle all headwinds;
It is the thought of setting a date
To end life’s struggles I rescind
It is this concept that gives me pause then finality
A dog can never be my reality.
WHY A DOG CAN NEVER BE… - SYNOPSIS
A year after my husband passed away, the thought of getting a dog crossed my mine. After all, I was a witness to the immense joy a dog gave my 94 and 95 year old parents living somewhat isolated in the Canadian countryside. It certainly provided them with the spark to keep life’s embers burning. There was only one problem with this thought…what if the dog became ill or injured with no hope of recovery? Would I be able to arrange a specific date to end its suffering? Although common accepted practice in the animal world, it was a task I knew I could not carry out. It was not within the realm of the Hippocratic Oath I recited. My commitment to this was ultimately tested while lovingly caring for my terminally ill husband, my soulmate, providing the utmost of comfort care without crossing the line.
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