Last night Alison and I had to put Pooka down. His heart finely started to give out causing his lungs to fill with fluid. His last minutes on this earth were with the ones he loved and cared for. My last words to him as the Doctor administered the drug was, "Go Nite Nite Pook. It's ok." And he was gone. I know we did what had to be done but no one ever said it was easy or that I would feel this way.
For the last 14 years Pooka was my Dog. I got him when he was 6 yrs old from the Pound. He was scheduled for "Termination" the next day. That was in 1991. Since then he was always at my side no matter what. He saved my life a few times and was there when I just needed a hug or someone to talk to.
I know he will be waiting for me at the bridge and I will truly miss him until that day. I will be getting another dog in a while and it will be a pound puppy. I think he would have liked that.
A Very Sad Pet Lover
Ron Konkel
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