sarah silvermanIt doesn’t matter who you are; young or old, rich or poor, celebrity or everyday person, the loss of a beloved canine companion is heartbreaking and devastating.  You give them a piece of your heart, you love them often like a child and furry family member and when its time for them to go, it rips a part of you away.

To non-dog people, it’s almost impossible to explain…

Sarah Silverman; celeb, comedian and devoted dog lover, recently lost her beloved dog, Duck.  Duck, a chihuahua-pug mix, had been with her for 14 years, adopted when he was about 5, a precious part of her life and family.  And at 19, a wonderfully long life for a canine companion, it was Duck’s time…

I share her tribute… her “obit” for her Duck because it’s something so many of us can identify with… many of us have felt the loss, the heartbreak and we know that sharing it with other dog-lovers helps because they can truly understand…

So… Sarah Silverman’s “obit” for her Duck;

Duck “Doug” Silverman came into my life about 14 years ago. He was picked up by the State running 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 5 ½ 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.
My boyfriend Kyle flew in late last night and took the day off from work to be with us. We laid in bed and massaged his tiny body, as we love to do – hearing his little “I’m in heaven” breaths.
The doctor came and Kyle, my sister, Laura and I laid on the bed. I held him close – in our usual spoon position and stroked him. I told him how loved he was, and thanked him for giving me such happiness and for his unwavering companionship and love. The doctor gave him a shot and he fell asleep, and then another that was basically an overdose of sleeping meds. I held him and kissed him and whispered to him well passed his passing. I picked him up and his body was limp – you don’t think about the head – it just falls. I held him so tight. And then finally, when his body lost its heat, and I could sense the doctor thinking about the imminent rush hour traffic, I handed him over.
14 years.
My longest relationship.
My only experience of maternal love.
My constant companion.
My best friend.

My heart is touched and the tears flow because I have been there and it brings the memories of my Angels back… my best friends and constant companions…


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