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I was the designated person. I’d seen it

before and I am hard. All over in a few

seconds; a slow movement across two

graduations, then an increased flow to a

final stop at empty. Clear eyes to

opaque in an efficient procedure

performed by this calm and experienced

professional; the dog, supporting his

own weight one moment, to being a

dead-weight slumped in my arms on a

vinyl covered veterinary table the next.

Be aware, she said, now the body is

relaxed, it is likely his bladder will

evacuate in your car. I stood in the car

park and placed his body, wrapped and

limp in his old dog blanket, on a large

plastic sheet in the boot and sobbed

like a child.




◄ On The Road To Samaria

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Martin Elder

Sun 14th Apr 2019 14:51

A very fine piece for someone who was clearly a well loved friend.
Nice one

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Frances Macaulay Forde

Sun 14th Apr 2019 06:42

So real, Jonathan,
Exactly the reason I won't have another pet even though I long for their company and cuddles... I don't ever want to go through that again!

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Jason Bayliss

Sat 13th Apr 2019 22:44

I know the feeling only too well, I'm the designated person in our house. Beautifully written.


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Jonathan Humble

Sat 13th Apr 2019 20:43

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Dorothy Webb

Sat 13th Apr 2019 20:39


I have kept and trained multiple Border Collies and I know only too well how hard this final act of love is.
It takes courage and strength to make the descision and then carry it through.
They take so many shared memories with them and we miss them, but that is counterbalanced by the fact that they were saved from all suffering.

Well done and take care.


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Sat 13th Apr 2019 20:38

So moving - I admire the way you tell the story - which really increases its impact.

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