Dear Management

Life Advice from a Senior Rescue dog

Management is under the new Lego table setup I built in the gym for the Intern. Ready to answer today’s question before taking her afternoon nap.

Dear Management,

I’m writing today with tears streaming down my face. I had to put down my sweet boxer boy this week. He had been struggling with degenerative myelopathy for some time. First losing his back legs, and taking on a wheelchair a year and a half ago. Eventually we were tooling around in a wagon. But by the beginning of August, he was completely down and barely able to lift his head. Last Wednesday evening he looked at me and I just knew he was telling me it was time. By Thursday morning, after a burger and some ice cream, the vet came to our house. I placed him on the couch, in his favorite spot, and held him in my arms while he passed. I don’t know how I am going to go on without him. He was my soul dog. Now the house is just….empty. Quiet. I’ve never felt so alone. He was so much more to me than ‘just a dog’….

Dear Loving Human,

Oh sweetheart, my heart is just breaking for you right now. Let me tell you something from this ole gal - what you did took more love and courage than most humans will ever understand.

You know what your boxer boy was thinking in those final moments? He wasn’t thinking about what he couldn't do anymore, or the walks that got shorter, or about needing help with things that used to be easy. He was thinking about how much he loved you, and how safe he felt in your arms. That's it. That's all that mattered to him.