Meet our 4-legged son, Jag
Jag—short for Jaguar, cuz he was THE fastest lil chew-em-up munstah as a kid—entered our lives May of 2005. Half Chow—complete with blotchy purple tongue—and half German Sheperd, he killed my ooo ahh! then-new Treo within the first two weeks of arrival. Bit right through the dang screen. But I gave my word when I adopted him, so he remained, ultimately blossoming into pure joy.
As he matured, he learned to signal an unscheduled “need” for a walk. 12 solid years with no inside accidents, until last month. Yet another sign the end was near, one among many clues hubs and I mentally buried, profoundly reluctant to face Nature’s truth.
Jag lived for the words Let’s go bye bye in da car!. The frenetic tail wagging always boogied him to the living room door. I’m tellin’ ya, you could actually see the dude smiling!
There will be no year 13, courtesy of cancerous tumors too plentiful to arrest. Hubs and I took turns holding Jag through the last nights of his life. Our little buddy’s pain pushed him to one lap or the other, his safe place. But this go ’round, neither mommie nor daddy could conjure a remedy, despite our best efforts. We called the vet, firm in our resolve to elevate Jag’s needs above our selfish desire for continuity. And that is what pushes me to write this post, my alert to those confronted with the same horrendous task.
Handling the Coerced Goodbye
I understand capitalism.
I also comprehend gouging.
The quoted fee, $400 for euthanasia, struck me as a cynical deep-dig into the wallet, a last land grab so to speak. Grief dulled long enough to realize: euthanasia of a beloved pet should not trigger the wholesale rape of a household’s wallet. Translation: I researched.
After Google bombed, I found the number to our local government animal control facility, thinking those folks might have a list of referrals. The woman who answered the phone, an obvious animal lover from her tone throughout, proved both compassionate and informative. Bottom-line: that facility offers the needed service, at no cost, without need for a formal appointment. Hubs and I rollercoastered between relief and numbness, the latter flowing from the loss of our last procrastination rationale. We met each other’s eyes, then Jag’s. Soon, Jag was in the truck, for his last ride. No frenetic tail wagging that day; tumors robbed Jag, and us, of that simple thrill.
Now, as I sit in my not-so-easy chair knowing a very special someone will not be joining me—will not gently place his lower jaw across my feet, will not wag his tail in delight at the mere sight of me—I reach out to you, trying to convert some segment of my pain into your gain. Forgive me for a moment, as I feed Google. I’m determined to reach as many fellow pet lovers as I can:
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Folks should know they can provide their last loving gift to their trusty furry friend withOUT the necessity of a jar of Vaseline within immediate reach.