Always amazed by the detail of the digital images produced by an iPhone.
On Joyce Russ Vertucci's 58th birthday, I just had to share this photo and story with a professed dog lover like my cousin. I found it on the page of Cindy Aiman Stimeck.
More importantly ... here are the words that accompany the image:WHY DOGS LIVE LESS THAN HUMAN? ANSWER OF A 6 YEAR OLD:
This story Melt My heart I wanna Share it ! Must read .
Being a veterinarian, I had been called to examine a ten-year-old Irish Wolfhound named Belker. The dog’s owners, Ron, his wife Lisa, and their little boy Shane, were all very attached to Belker, and they were hoping for a miracle.
I examined Belker and found he was dying of cancer. I told the family we couldn't do anything for Belker, and offered to perform the euthanasia procedure for the old dog in their home.
As we made arrangements, Ron and Lisa told me they thought it would be good for six-year-old Shane to observe the procedure. They felt as though Shane might learn something from the experience.
The next day, I felt the familiar catch in my throat as Belker ‘s family surrounded him. Shane seemed so calm, petting the old dog for the last time, that I wondered if he understood what was going on. Within a few minutes, Belker slipped peacefully away.
The little boy seemed to accept Belker’s transition without any difficulty or confusion. We sat together for a while after Belker’s Death, wondering aloud about the sad fact that animal lives are shorter than human lives.
Shane, who had been listening quietly, piped up, ”I know why.”
Startled, we all turned to him. What came out of his mouth next stunned me. I’d never heard a more comforting explanation. It has changed the way I try and live.
He said,”People are born so that they can learn how to live a good life — like loving everybody all the time and being nice, right?” The Six-year-old continued,
”Well, dogs already know how to do that, so they don’t have to stay as long.”
Live simply.
Love generously.
Care deeply.
Speak kindly.
Remember, if a dog was the teacher you would learn things like:
When loved ones come home, always run to greet them.
Never pass up the opportunity to go for a joyride.
Allow the experience of fresh air and the wind in your face to be pure Ecstasy.
Take naps.
Stretch before rising.
Run, romp, and play daily.
Thrive on attention and let people touch you.
Avoid biting when a simple growl will do.
On warm days, stop to lie on your back on the grass.
On hot days, drink lots of water and lie under a shady tree.
When you’re happy, dance around and wag your entire body.
Delight in the simple joy of a long walk.
Be loyal.
Never pretend to be something you’re not.
If what you want lies buried, dig until you find it.
When someone is having a bad day, be silent, sit close by, and nuzzle them gently.
ENJOY EVERY MOMENT OF EVERY DAY!
Author : Unknown
Beth Kincaid, R.N., has been with Delaware Hospice for 19 years and is
a wonderfully attentive listener. Dad said a lot and she heard it all as
mom listened from a seat above.
Mom listened from above.
More importantly ... here are the words that accompany the image:WHY DOGS LIVE LESS THAN HUMAN? ANSWER OF A 6 YEAR OLD:
This story Melt My heart I wanna Share it ! Must read .
Being a veterinarian, I had been called to examine a ten-year-old Irish Wolfhound named Belker. The dog’s owners, Ron, his wife Lisa, and their little boy Shane, were all very attached to Belker, and they were hoping for a miracle.
I examined Belker and found he was dying of cancer. I told the family we couldn't do anything for Belker, and offered to perform the euthanasia procedure for the old dog in their home.
As we made arrangements, Ron and Lisa told me they thought it would be good for six-year-old Shane to observe the procedure. They felt as though Shane might learn something from the experience.
The next day, I felt the familiar catch in my throat as Belker ‘s family surrounded him. Shane seemed so calm, petting the old dog for the last time, that I wondered if he understood what was going on. Within a few minutes, Belker slipped peacefully away.
The little boy seemed to accept Belker’s transition without any difficulty or confusion. We sat together for a while after Belker’s Death, wondering aloud about the sad fact that animal lives are shorter than human lives.
Shane, who had been listening quietly, piped up, ”I know why.”
Startled, we all turned to him. What came out of his mouth next stunned me. I’d never heard a more comforting explanation. It has changed the way I try and live.
He said,”People are born so that they can learn how to live a good life — like loving everybody all the time and being nice, right?” The Six-year-old continued,
”Well, dogs already know how to do that, so they don’t have to stay as long.”
Live simply.
Love generously.
Care deeply.
Speak kindly.
Remember, if a dog was the teacher you would learn things like:
When loved ones come home, always run to greet them.
Never pass up the opportunity to go for a joyride.
Allow the experience of fresh air and the wind in your face to be pure Ecstasy.
Take naps.
Stretch before rising.
Run, romp, and play daily.
Thrive on attention and let people touch you.
Avoid biting when a simple growl will do.
On warm days, stop to lie on your back on the grass.
On hot days, drink lots of water and lie under a shady tree.
When you’re happy, dance around and wag your entire body.
Delight in the simple joy of a long walk.
Be loyal.
Never pretend to be something you’re not.
If what you want lies buried, dig until you find it.
When someone is having a bad day, be silent, sit close by, and nuzzle them gently.
ENJOY EVERY MOMENT OF EVERY DAY!
Author : Unknown
Beth Kincaid, R.N., has been with Delaware Hospice for 19 years and is
a wonderfully attentive listener. Dad said a lot and she heard it all as
mom listened from a seat above.
It was an excellent meeting and I feel very good about the veteran Beth Kincaid, R.N., and as I told Mom P., who answered my call as she stopped at a Walgreen's to ask directions back to Oxford and the Gilmour home as she'd left the residence of Ginny McCool, but I continued my walk which took me behind the Midway Shopping Center and that long stretch of garbage cans and other items that are placed in the back of a storefront. Well, after walking through that back area, across Limestone Road and onto the other shopping center where the Tobacco/Newspaper Shop is and then on into Sheridan Square and to Dombey Court where I decided to walk the perimeter and who arrives home but Mr. Rotter who pulled in and up went the garage door and he parked and the door came down and he did not recognized me. I walked on. I will see them soon, I promise.
On a celebratory act that involved a shower curtain and duct tape, I secured the former to the latter using sections of tape and a little patience to make the divider between tub and water spray secure. It looked decent, not perfect, but usable and it was salvaged. Later, mom told me that there were new rings in the closet on the first shelf of a different color. I was nonplussed, mildly, but managed to hold myself together.
Before leaving for my walk, mom pronounced the words that I wanted her dead because I am being so mean to her. I am tough on her but there is part of me that says that she feels sorry for herself and no one is going to assist her in this feeling. She needs to stand up for herself and do her best. Sure, she's in pain but sometime you have to work through it and make a statement of how you can persist, you CAN DO IT! I need to apologize and the light is out in her room, maybe I can say goodnight after I finish this post. I would like to do that. I do LOVE her dearly.
An addendum: I ran to Pathmark and picked up mom's meds (alprazolam and temazepam from Dariya, the lovely and friendly Indian pharmacist who works with Ed). Kidding Dariya, I handed her my red shopping basket with my shopping list and asked her to pick up the items for me (she'd been so kind the last time I was in when she went out into the pharmacy aisles to retrieve a bottle of iron tablets, Fergon). (I always think of the commercial by Muhammad Ali and I have the accent all wrong, he pronounced "Four Gone" superbly by not removing the "r" of four and an adding an open "awh" sound for the first vowel in gone):
On a celebratory act that involved a shower curtain and duct tape, I secured the former to the latter using sections of tape and a little patience to make the divider between tub and water spray secure. It looked decent, not perfect, but usable and it was salvaged. Later, mom told me that there were new rings in the closet on the first shelf of a different color. I was nonplussed, mildly, but managed to hold myself together.
Before leaving for my walk, mom pronounced the words that I wanted her dead because I am being so mean to her. I am tough on her but there is part of me that says that she feels sorry for herself and no one is going to assist her in this feeling. She needs to stand up for herself and do her best. Sure, she's in pain but sometime you have to work through it and make a statement of how you can persist, you CAN DO IT! I need to apologize and the light is out in her room, maybe I can say goodnight after I finish this post. I would like to do that. I do LOVE her dearly.
An addendum: I ran to Pathmark and picked up mom's meds (alprazolam and temazepam from Dariya, the lovely and friendly Indian pharmacist who works with Ed). Kidding Dariya, I handed her my red shopping basket with my shopping list and asked her to pick up the items for me (she'd been so kind the last time I was in when she went out into the pharmacy aisles to retrieve a bottle of iron tablets, Fergon). (I always think of the commercial by Muhammad Ali and I have the accent all wrong, he pronounced "Four Gone" superbly by not removing the "r" of four and an adding an open "awh" sound for the first vowel in gone):
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