This was
printed many years ago in one of the Ann Landers' columns. It
was reprinted on Saturday by popular demand. Since I am sure that
some of you were unable to see that printing I have reproduced
it here for you. It has become a great favorite of many.
DOGS DON'T
HAVE SOULS, DO THEY?
By Chuck
Wells,
Palmyra,
N.Y.
I remember
bringing you home. You were so small and cuddly with your tiny
paws and soft fur.
You bounced
around the room with eyes flashing and ears flopping. Once in
a while, you'd let out a little yelp, just to let me know this
was your territory.
Making a
mess of the house and chewing on everything in sight became a
passion, and when I scolded you, you just put your head down and
looked up at me with those innocent eyes, as if to say, "I'm
sorry, but I'll do it again as soon as you're not watching."
As you got
older, you protected me by looking out the window and barking
at everyone who walked by.
When I had
a tough day at work, you would be waiting for me with your tail
wagging just to say, "Welcome home. I missed you." You
never had a bad day, and I could always count on you to be there
for me.
When I sat
down to read the paper and watch TV, you would hop on my lap,
looking for attention. You never asked for anything more than
to have me pat your head so that you could go to sleep with your
head over my leg.
As you got
older, you moved around more slowly. then, one day, old age finally
took its toll, and you couldn't stand on those wobbley legs anymore.
I knelt down and patted you lying there, trying to make you young
again. You just looked up at me as if to say you were old and
tired and that after all these years of not asking for anything,
you had to ask me for one last favor.
With tears
in my eyes, I drove you one last time to the vet. One last time,
you were lying next to me.
For some
strange reason, you were able to stand up in the animal hospital;
perhaps it was your sense of pride.
As the vet
led you away, you stopped for an instant, turned your head, and
looked at me as if to say. "Thank you for taking care of
me."
I thought,
"No, thank you for taking care of me."
Those of
you who are personally touched by this may also find comfort in
reading Rainbow
Bridge and realize the beauty of final togetherness.
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Today's song
is that beautiful old ballad "Danny Boy."
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