Dogs never die!

Dogs never die

Dogs never die. They merely sleep in the heart of their humans upon getting old and weary. A heartwarming WhatsApp forward message that would tug all the right strings in your grieving heart.

Some of you, particularly those who think they have recently lost a dog to death, don’t really understand this. I’ve had no desire to explain, but won’t be around forever and must.

Dogs never die. They don’t know how to. They get tired and very old, and their bones hurt. Of course, they don’t die. If they did they would not want to always go for a walk, even long after their old bones say:” No, no, not a good idea. Let’s not go for a walk.”

Nope, dogs always want to go for a walk. They might get one step before their aging tendons collapse them into a heap on the floor, but that’s what dogs are. They walk.

It’s not that they dislike your company. On the contrary, a walk with you is all there is. Their boss, and the cacophonic symphony of odor that the world is. Cat poop, another dog’s mark, a rotting chicken bone (exultation), and you. That’s what makes their world perfect, and in a perfect world, death has no place.

However, dogs get very very sleepy. That’s the thing, you see. They don’t teach you that at the fancy university where they explain about quarks, gluons, and Keynesian economics. They know so much they forget that dogs never die. It’s a shame, really. Dogs have so much to offer and people just talk a lot.

When you think your dog has died, he has just fallen asleep in your heart. And by the way, he’s wagging his tail madly, you see, and that’s why your chest hurts so much and you cry all the time. Who would not cry with a happy dog wagging its tail in their chest? Ouch! Wap wap wap wap wap, that hurts. But they only wag when they wake up. That’s when they say: “Thanks Boss! Thanks for a warm place to sleep and always next to your heart, the best place.”

See also: Remembering the dog who loved me

When they first fall asleep, they wake up all the time, and that’s why, of course, you cry all the time. Wap, wap, wap. After a while, they sleep more. (remember, a dog while is not a human while. You take your dog for a walk, it’s a day full of adventure in an hour. Then you come home and it’s a week, well one of your days, but a week, really, before the dog gets another walk. No WONDER they love walks.)

Anyway, like I was saying, they fall asleep in your heart, and when they wake up, they wag their tail. After a few dog years, they sleep for longer naps, and you would too. They were a GOOD DOG all their life, and you both know it. It gets tiring being a good dog all the time, particularly when you get old and your bones hurt and you fall on your face and don’t want to go outside to pee when it is raining but do anyway, because you are a good dog. So understand, after they have been sleeping in your heart, they will sleep longer and longer.

But don’t get fooled. They are not “dead.” There’s no such thing, really. They are sleeping in your heart, and they will wake up, usually when you’re not expecting it. It’s just who they are.

I feel sorry for people who don’t have dogs sleeping in their heart. You’ve missed so much. Excuse me, I have to go cry now.

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How ET found home? A cat adoption story!

cat adoption story

I’ve had the pleasure of knowing Inaia Jimenez, the DJ/musician and yogini since early 2011. Bonded over a shared passion of all things dogs and cats (in that order). After a prolonged hiatus, I found in my mailbox yesterday, a heartwarming cat adoption story from Inaia… 

ET, the cat adoption story.

On September 5th 2017, I rescued an orange cat. He was dying under a car in the parking lot of my building. Hit by a car, this stick-skinny cat had a bone sticking out of his leg. He had almost no fur and was covered in scabs.

Alone. Hungry. In severe pain.

And then he rescued me and my whole family.

The cat in the parking lot

The day I saved him wasn’t the first time I had seen him. I had been aware of his existence in the parking lot for about a week but hadn’t realized what terrible shape he was in. Having seen him under the car, I had taken him food and water but he never tried to stand up or walk. A week after I first saw him, he had found a spot under my car. When he saw me get into my car, and he started to leave, that is when I realized what terrible shape he was in. I immediately called my friend who volunteers for a rescue organization. He and his people said I could take the cat to get checked out at a nearby veterinarian’s office that they had a relationship with. I just needed to trap him first.

I rounded up my husband and our friendly neighbors, a couple who love animals as well. It took all four of us surrounding, coaxing, calming and trapping the kitty. At some point in the process, the cat aggravated his already terrible injuries, even worse and could no longer move or feel his hind quarter at all. He was dragging himself using his front legs when we were finally able to trap him and put him in a carrier. It was heartbreaking to see.

He was in terrible pain and he was terrified. I had no idea how I could help this cat. I wanted so desperately to help this poor cat and see him looking chubby and furry, sleeping on someone’s warm belly under the covers but I felt powerless to make a difference in his life, thinking about the costs and the small space we live in.

A cat called ET

At the Veterinarian’s office, I had to write a name for the cat. I looked at his thin, triangular-shaped face and disproportionately large eyes decided he looked like a beat-up little alien and named him ET. We took him to the vet, who told us that we had “picked a doozy” and that he would do his best to help.

cat adopted
A cat called ET.

This was the beginning of several months of daily visits with ET in the veterinarian’s office, a slew of procedures, antibiotics, supplements and tireless efforts to save ET and his broken, infected leg. We created a crowdfunding campaign for the purpose of covering ET’s medicals costs. People were moved and they donated to the campaign and shared it with their friends. The rescue organization made deals with doctors and helped us keep the costs as low as possible. All this support resulted in us raising all the money ET needed for his care.

cat friends
ET and Mr Gonzalez.

The amputation

Unfortunately, the infection in his leg remained after one month on antibiotics and the doctors recommended amputation in order to save ET. We had truly tried everything to save his leg, and now it was time to let go and embrace the next steps in the process to save ET.

The amputation went well, and he came back to our house to recover. ET ended up seamlessly transitioning into an integral member of our household. Our young, black kitty, Mr Gonzalez plays with him nonstop. ET and Mr Gonzalez talk to each other and hug and, when one calls, the other comes over to play. Every time. Even at 4 am.

Also see: Break the taboo, adopt a black cat! 

ET and Chloe, our 15-yr-old tabby girl, cuddle and groom each other with tenderness and enthusiasm for hours each day. ET’s favorite spot is in the center of our couch. He eats like a champ and keeps putting on mass and getting stronger, more relaxed and confident every day. My husband, cuddles and loves on ET every chance he gets while and I am obsessed with kissing, scratching, petting and cuddling him. Our whole family has fallen in love with ET. I can’t imagine our home without him.

cat in guitar box

Play me a song, would you?I am so glad that I ignored all the thoughts and fears I had about my ability to help him, and took action. I reached out to my community and people stepped up and came together. The people who showed up, presented me to the beauty of humans. We saved this sweet soul’s life because we came together.

And in uniting, we made sure that ET was finally home.

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