My Dear Pets
Samantha was a Bearded Collie, who during her short life of five years had five litters of puppies. She had more than 50 puppies in all. Each puppy probably carried the propensity for premature death within its genes. These puppies may have passed these genes along to an untold number of progeny through uncontrolled breeding.
Chocolate Mousse and Susie were my pets. They were brother and sister, both altered, born to Samantha in separate litters. Each was dearly loved and each was born with a premature death sentence.
Susie developed epilepsy when she was two years old. The next year was a very hard one. She became old before my eyes. She went into a coma because of the seizures and died when she was barely three years old.
When Chocolate Mousse was seven years old, he developed epilepsy. I was determined that he live a longer, healthier life than Susie had done with the disorder, so I carefully researched and used natural medicine. I monitored his health in painstaking detail. He still died three years later because of the disorder.
But my pain isn’t over yet. Abby was diagnosed with hip dysplasia. It is a painful, debilitating, solely hereditary condition. The following is an ode to Abby and to the day that I dread with all of my heart. The day which, no matter when it comes, will be too soon.
They’ve begun to play our song sweet Abby, we’ll have to dance
I’ve danced with Susie, I’ve danced with Chocolate
Too soon I must dance with you, my sweet pet
When you need my tender loving care, I’ll be there, and
When you’re ready to leave Abby, I’ll bid you adieu
The music is beginning much slower this time
It should take years to form
The semblance of a beat, but
When it does, I’ll
Be right there by your side my pet
I know that I’ll cry in the end, and
My heart will surely break, but
I’ll have to dance
Death’s Dance with you Abby
I have no choice - I love you
When we do have to dance, when the beat begins
Try not to step too hard on my toes sweet Abby, they’re sore
The scars have yet to heal completely from the first dance, and
The wounds are still badly bleeding from the last
When our dance is over, I think that they might bleed forever
Please ask the band
To slow the tempo sweet Abby
It’s much, much
Too fast, and …
My toes hurt Abby
Please consider having your pet spayed or neutered. If you do intend to breed your pet, please do so with extreme caution so as not to perpetuate dire or deadly hereditary traits.
Samantha was a Bearded Collie, who during her short life of five years had five litters of puppies. She had more than 50 puppies in all. Each puppy probably carried the propensity for premature death within its genes. These puppies may have passed these genes along to an untold number of progeny through uncontrolled breeding.
Chocolate Mousse and Susie were my pets. They were brother and sister, both altered, born to Samantha in separate litters. Each was dearly loved and each was born with a premature death sentence.
Susie developed epilepsy when she was two years old. The next year was a very hard one. She became old before my eyes. She went into a coma because of the seizures and died when she was barely three years old.
When Chocolate Mousse was seven years old, he developed epilepsy. I was determined that he live a longer, healthier life than Susie had done with the disorder, so I carefully researched and used natural medicine. I monitored his health in painstaking detail. He still died three years later because of the disorder.
But my pain isn’t over yet. Abby was diagnosed with hip dysplasia. It is a painful, debilitating, solely hereditary condition. The following is an ode to Abby and to the day that I dread with all of my heart. The day which, no matter when it comes, will be too soon.
They’ve begun to play our song sweet Abby, we’ll have to dance
I’ve danced with Susie, I’ve danced with Chocolate
Too soon I must dance with you, my sweet pet
When you need my tender loving care, I’ll be there, and
When you’re ready to leave Abby, I’ll bid you adieu
The music is beginning much slower this time
It should take years to form
The semblance of a beat, but
When it does, I’ll
Be right there by your side my pet
I know that I’ll cry in the end, and
My heart will surely break, but
I’ll have to dance
Death’s Dance with you Abby
I have no choice - I love you
When we do have to dance, when the beat begins
Try not to step too hard on my toes sweet Abby, they’re sore
The scars have yet to heal completely from the first dance, and
The wounds are still badly bleeding from the last
When our dance is over, I think that they might bleed forever
Please ask the band
To slow the tempo sweet Abby
It’s much, much
Too fast, and …
My toes hurt Abby
Please consider having your pet spayed or neutered. If you do intend to breed your pet, please do so with extreme caution so as not to perpetuate dire or deadly hereditary traits.
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