I wanted to let you know what happened to your dog.
Your dog was found as a stray. I can’t imagine he ran away. His hips didn’t work so well anymore.
Your dog spent two weeks at the pound, lying in his own feces on the cold concrete. He was sad, scared, and very confused.
When it became clear that you weren’t coming for him, I took your dog home. I bathed him and took him to the vet.
I gave your dog good food, clean water, and soft beds to lie on. I gave him a new name because I didn’t know what you had called him for the last 10-15 years of his life.
I walked your dog every day. He could only go to the end of the block, but it made him so happy. He danced when he saw the leash.
When the pain meds were no longer enough, I took your dog to the vet one last time.
I held your dog on my lap, all 105 pounds of him, and stroked his head. I told him that he was a good boy. I told him that he was loved. I stayed with him as he died.
To the person who abandoned your elderly Lab 2 months ago, I wanted to let you know that your dog was a good dog. Your dog missed you. Your dog forgave you for abandoning him in his final days.
I’m not as good of a person as your dog was, but I will try to forgive you too.
I wanted to let you know that your dog had 43 days of love and compassion with me.
I wish he could have been with you during those twilight days. He had a lot of lessons to teach you still. I’m so very sorry you missed out on them.
Note: thank you to Camp Companion for covering Paddy’s vet bills and helping his final days to be spent with dignity.