“My Longest Relationship”

Sarah Silverman had to euthanize her dog this week. From her parting tribute:

Duck “Doug” Silverman came into my life about 14 years ago. He was picked up by the State ku-mediumrunning through South Central with no collar, tags or chip. Nobody claimed or adopted him so a no-kill shelter took him in. That’s where I found him — at that shelter, in Van Nuys. Since then we have slept most every night together (and many lazy afternoons.) When we first met, the vet approximated his age at 5½ so I’d say he was about 19 as of yesterday, September 3, 2013. He was a happy dog, though serene. And stoic. And he loved love.

Over the past few years he became blind, deaf, and arthritic. But with a great vet, good meds, and a first rate seeing-eye person named me, he truly seemed comfortable. Recently, however, he stopped eating or drinking. He was skin and bones and so weak. I couldn’t figure out this hunger strike. Duck had never been political before. And then, over the weekend, I knew. It was time to let him go.

Continued here. It’s gut-wrenchingly similar to my own awful August. For many more stories from readers about the loss of their dogs, see the popular thread, “The Last Lesson We Learn From Our Pets“.

(Photo from Facebook via Neetzan)