I'm a little late arriving to this wake, but there's been a bit of attention paid recently to the death of Wallace Craig's dog, that's Wallace of Streams. The loss of a pet is such a terrible thing to endure, and for some people it probably rivals the loss of human loved one.
A dog can give the unconditional love that even one's mother probably couldn't give. So when a loyal pet passes on it can be gut wrenching.
I attended a session today in which a speaker talked about the standard end of life documents, the health care power of attorney, the physicians directive, etc. And in thinking about some of those things I began worrying about what would happen to my dog if I died.
He's not a youngster, but he's got a few more years left in him. He's a great pet, but it might be hard to place a nine year old dog in another home. And it's possible that my own death could mean a death sentence for the dog. Goodness, that's depressing.
Hmmm, maybe I should make a provision in my will to leave a few bucks to a "no kill" shelter on condition they take him in. It's worth a try.
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