Help Finding Column, Please

[darklinensuit]

I expect I'm not the only one who remembers a famous Dear Ann Landers tearjerker column (possibly Dear Abby, but I don't think so) written from the perspective of a dog about to be put down.
It has the dog asking the owner not to leave him alone in his final moments.
This piece was reprinted in the column several times over the years, and I think it has also appeared on the Ledge (some time ago).
Of course, now that I want to share this particular column with a friend who just lost her beloved pet, I can't find it.
I have checked the official Dear Abby site & also Googled many different possibilities, all with no luck. I'll be grateful if anybody here can post the link!

Thanks in advance for any help.

- Jake

[GODDESS6]

omgoodness, i remember this, i used to read both columns w/ my granny~ i have no idea what the title was, i hope you find it, good luck!!!~

[Tango]

There's a few very touching ones out there--not sure if this is the one you are thinking about:




Dear Ann Landers, This short story is based on my own experience and I think it will touch anyone who has ever owned a pet. I wrote it with tears in my eyes. Will you please print it? Charles B. Wells Jr., Palmyra, NY-

DOGS DON'T HAVE SOULS, DO THEY?

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 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 wobbly 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 to do 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."
Source(s):
http://www.mymistyrose.com/misty/littlel…

[darklinensuit]

Thanks, but this is not the one (though it's very nice).
The piece I'm looking for is longer and sadder. The pet is not led away, but rather stays in the owner's arms while dying - this after asking not to be left alone at the moment of death.

- Jake

[Tango]

This is probably not the one either, but it puts things in perspective.


A Dog's Prayer


Treat me kindly, my beloved master, for no heart in all the world is more grateful for kindness than the loving heart of me.

Do not break my spirit with a stick, for though I should lick your hand between the blows, your patience and understanding will more quickly teach me the things you would have me do.

Speak to me often, for your voice is the world's sweetest music, as you must know by the fierce wagging of my tail when your footstep falls upon my waiting ear.

When it is cold and wet, please take me inside... for I am now a domesticated animal, no longer used to bitter elements... and I ask no greater glory than the privilege of sitting at your feet beside the hearth... though had you no home, I would rather follow you through ice and snow than rest upon the softest pillow in the warmest home in all the land... for you are my god... and I am your devoted worshiper.

Keep my pan filled with fresh water, for although I should not reproach you were it dry, I cannot tell you when I suffer thirst. Feed me clean food, that I may stay well, to romp and play and do your bidding, to walk by your side, and stand ready, willing and able to protect you with my life, should your life be in danger.

And, beloved master, should the Great Master see fit to deprive me of my health or sight, do not turn me away from you. Rather hold me gently in your arms as skilled hands grant me the merciful boon of eternal rest...and I will leave you knowing with the last breath I drew, my fate was ever safest in your hands.

--Beth Norman Harris

[petep9000]

oh my God. I'm choking back a blob of tears.

[darklinensuit]

This is really annoying the crap out of me, that an essay this famous is so hard to find today.
I found someone's post on Google from a couple of years ago, asking for the same article; she seems to suggest it was called "When It Is Time" - ring a bell with anyone?

Again, I know it was printed at least three or four times over several decades in Ann Landers or Dear Abby, though someone else is the author.

I must say that I take for granted these days that I'll be able to find whatever I'm looking for after a fast search...

- Jake

[BTFLCHLD]

I don't know but the search for such brings back memories...
I will continue looking as available.

petloss.com is a good source for support.

I Stood By Your Bed Last Night

I stood by your bed last night, I came to have a peep. I could see that you were crying, You found it hard to sleep.

I whined to you softly as you brushed away a tear, "It's me, I haven't left you, I'm well, I'm fine, I'm here."

I was close to you at breakfast, I watched you pour the tea, You were thinking of the many times, your hands reached down to me.

I was with you at the shops today, Your arms were getting sore. I longed to take your parcels, I wish I could do more.

I was with you at my grave today, You tend it with such care. I want to reassure you, that I'm not lying there.

I walked with you towards the house, as you fumbled for your key. I gently put my paw on you, I smiled and said "it's me."

You looked so very tired, and sank into a chair. I tried so hard to let you know, that I was standing there.

It's possible for me to be so near you everyday. To say to you with certainty, "I never went away."

You sat there very quietly, then smiled, I think you knew, in the stillness of that evening, I was very close to you.

The day is over... I smile and watch you yawning and say "good-night, God bless, I'll see you in the morning."

And when the time is right for you to cross the brief divide, I'll rush across to greet you and we'll stand, side by side.

I have so many things to show you, there is so much for you to see. Be patient, live your journey out ... then come home to be with me.

- Author unknown