This post has nothing to do with uber.
Over the past couple of weeks I have watched an entire family unit struggle with the health and wellbeing of a four legged member of the family. A 14 year old german shepard. She sure showed her age. Deaf, nearly blind, arthritis through her entire body. Over the past few weeks, she had declined. No tail wags. No joy at seeing her pack members. Just a daily struggle for just about everything.
Over the past few days, daughters and friends visited. Embracing the old girl. Bringing meaty bones that she could barely chew. Sneaking her tidbits off their plates. They switched off spending the night. Everyone struggling with the decision that had been made. Her Last 24 hours included a half dozen donuts and a couple pounds of cooked chicken. Lots of hugs, chin rubs and tears.
Yesterday was the day. She passed peacefully in her best friends arms. Meanwhile, at home, we were digging a hole. A pecan tree was purchased. I must mention that the digging party was pitiful. We tried to teach the young how to operate a shovel. We failed miserably. We took turns. Daughters, fiances, grandmother, grandfather, dad and I all helped dig the hole. Wide, long and deep.
When it was time to lay the old girl to rest, they all circled round, placed dirt on her, said goodbye one last time, and buried her.
As I stood in the kitchen watching the scene out the back window, I was touched by this wonderful family. They all loved her.
Rest in peace Kali.
