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Lesson From a Dog

By Abigail Thomas

My old dog Cooper died. He had been shaky for weeks, needing help up and down the porch steps, a boost onto the sofa. He had lost any interest in food. He still went out every morning, and I’d watch him wandering in the increasingly green grass of spring, poking around after whatever varmints had had the temerity to cross our night time yard.

He wasn’t howling anymore, he wasn’t even barking, and being a blue tick hound, Cooper’s howls had been the stuff of legend (and perhaps a bit of consternation, but my neighbors never complained). Instead, after a slow careful examination of his domain, he looked around for a quiet place to sleep. I would find him on the softening pachysandra under a viburnum bush, or in a thicket at the end of the yard, and when the forsythia turned itself into a green and yellow tsunami, there he was sleeping peacefully under its shelter.

Cooper

Cooper wasn’t in pain, his last checkup had warned of nothing dire on the horizon, but he was showing all the signs of an old dog, getting ready to die an old dog’s death. I wanted to respect that. But his last hours were hard, when he could no longer rise, when he lost control of his bowels, this dignified dog was bewildered and in distress. It was terrible to witness. I hate euphemisms for death, but just as my friend Dawn found someone to help him let go, Cooper slipped away on his own, just as quietly as if he had tiptoed out of the room.

I don’t know what Cooper knew, but if I were to describe his behavior in those last weeks, I would say he was composing himself. I want to compose myself, as Cooper did.

I was left wishing I had taken better care of him. How could I have been so certain the natural process would spare him suffering? Why had I not had a plan B?

I keep thinking I see him. Sometimes I hear him walking around. My dog Daphne has taken over his role as our early warning system. Instead of in bed with me and my small dog Sadie, Daphne now sleeps where Cooper always slept, on the living room sofa. A howl at one in the morning used to alert us to the possibility of a bear, or a raccoon, or who knew what prowling too close to the house. Now it’s Daphne barking. I am still haunted by guilt. I should have been able to spare him those final hard hours. But guilt and grief are for the survivors. I keep reminding myself that Cooper was a wonderful dog. He lived a good dog’s life and then he died.

I’d like to make my peace with the inevitable. I don’t know what Cooper knew, but if I were to describe his behavior in those last weeks, I would say he was composing himself. I want to compose myself, as Cooper did, so I’m practicing. Today, a sunny July afternoon, I’m sitting outside Bread Alone with my iced coffee. I’m here to work, my notebook is open, I’m writing with my favorite pen, trying to imagine my reaction should Death show up. What pops into my head is that skinny guy in a hooded cape. It’s hard to keep a straight face about that iconic figure, ever since those Monty Python movies. He must be hot in those clothes, I find myself writing, and that scythe seems a bit redundant.  When Death comes close enough to extend one bony hand toward my shoulder, I’m irritated. Good. Wanting to stick around is not the same as fearing death. I’ll concentrate on living, working to get done what I want to get done.

Pushing 78, it’s too late for me to die young, and dying young would no doubt give me a different perspective. Nowadays I’m more bothered by the idea of fearing death than I am afraid of dying. This is perhaps too fine a distinction, but it’s working for me. I don’t believe Cooper was afraid of death. I don’t believe he wasted one second of life in fearful anticipation of dying.

Death is about the ones left behind, and the unwelcome by-products of death, grief, guilt, a sense of loss, that’s the really tough part. Gratitude is the antidote, and acceptance.

I can learn from him.

Luckily, last week I had what was later determined to be “a cardiac event.” In the middle of a conversation with two nice men about how to help my ailing locust and the ratty looking crabapple, I fell flat on my face in the yard. I woke up in an ambulance, in a very good mood, with no idea what I was doing there, trying to remember, without having been asked, which (if any) of my three husbands might still be alive.

It wasn’t until later that I learned details of what had happened. When I dropped, I’m told my dog Sadie lay down next to me. The two men, Freddy and Angelo, didn’t want to move me lest I had broken something. Fred sat down next to me, talking gently and stroking my back. Angelo looked at my phone to see who had last called me, and called that number, getting my sister. Someone called the ambulance. They then rounded up my two dogs, got them in the house, and shut the door. (No easy job, that.) Everything that needed doing was done, and I am profoundly grateful.

But here’s what amazes me. I don’t recall anything. it’s as if I hadn’t even been there. I find it oddly comforting. If death is like this, the absence of self, what’s the big deal?  Unable to resist a little irony, I think I can handle that.

Death is about the ones left behind, and the unwelcome by-products of death, grief, guilt, a sense of loss, that’s the really tough part. Gratitude is the antidote, and acceptance, but that’s another story.

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About the Writer

Abigail Thomas has four children and twelve grandchildren. She was asked to leave Bryn Mawr in her freshman year because she was pregnant. She never looked back. She has published three works of fiction, Getting Over Tom; An Actual Life; and Herbs Pajamas. Her memoirs include Safekeeping; A Three Dog Life; and What Comes Next and How to Like It. She lives in Woodstock NY with her two dogs.

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Amber Halloran
Amber Halloran
4 years ago

Beautiful, thank you.

Lois
Lois
4 years ago

Love and peace to you, Abigail.

B. Lynn Goodwin
4 years ago

Loving, sweet, and insightful. Thanks from Eddie McPuppers and me.

B. Lynn Goodwin
4 years ago

Warm and insightful. Thank you from Eddie McPuppers, terrier extraordinaire, and me.

Barbara Abercrombie
4 years ago

Oh, Abby – this is wonderful. Brilliant and moving and smart etc. etc.

Diane O'Neal
4 years ago

This made me cry. I have always had to make THE decision. It is just awful and I always worry, I did it too late and they suffered. Or too soon and they weren’t that bad…awful. You would think God would give me a break on some of them and of course, now, the dog and his three cats are all a month apart except for one who is a year younger….3 are 9, one being a large malamute.
Thank you

Nina Gaby
4 years ago

Beautiful, comforting, your words always a balm for whatever is going on outside my heart.

Denise Emanuel Clemen
4 years ago

Abby, this is so full of thought and gratitude. I think of death a lot. And of the dead. Caring for my mom and my boyfriend changed me. I often wonder as you do in this essay….what if the moment is right around the corner. I think those are good thoughts–a chance, as you say, to compose ourselves. Thank you.

Isabel tipple
Isabel tipple
4 years ago

Lovely piece on a topic we need to talk more about as death leaves no family unvisited. It seems to me that your dear dog went in his own way in his own space in his own time. As for us, how will we die? Everyone wants a peaceful death i think. More and more i have been thinking about euthanasia for terminally ill humans, allowing a dignified exit. Is it right? I think for those who want this, they should be allowed it. But sometimes i wonder whether the suffering some of us may have to endure will make… Read more »

Donna
Donna
3 years ago
Reply to  Isabel tipple

I, too, have wondered about the suffering, and can only speak from my own experience. I think God allows us to observe our loved ones suffering so we are ready to let them go.
I’ve experienced both the suffering and the unexpected sudden death, and the sudden death is so devastating for everyone left behind that has to sort out the details and deal with the grief. Of course we all hope to be taken by surprise, but my conclusion is that God knows which easy is best for our families and believing that had stopped my wondering.

Nan
Nan
4 years ago

Oh, I didn’t see that coming! Of course I’m in tears now just like everyone else who just read this. From the title I expected to shed some worthy tears over your dear dog, but not over life and death and good neighbors and everything else. I feel a surge of gratitude for a few hours spent with you here in Utah 3 or 4 years ago. For your influence on Beatrice. I’m smiling over the memory of your morning smoke breaks. Thank you for teaching us. Thank you for your inimitable witness to life, your heart and humor. Your… Read more »

henryave
henryave
4 years ago

Thank you, just beautiful….

Toni H
Toni H
4 years ago

What a story, I want to read her books now. I like her writing, it touches me.

Carolyn Dickey
Carolyn Dickey
4 years ago

Touching and so comforting to read. Thank you for your insighful and beautifully crafted words.

Laura
Laura
3 years ago

So very true!

Véronique Richards
Véronique Richards
3 years ago

So peaceful … live your best life ,no regrets …

Karen
Karen
3 years ago

I’m so excited to find this treasure trove of essays by my favorite author!

Megan
3 years ago

beautiful…glad I stumbled into this.

Mary stuart
3 years ago

Hi we just lost our dog, the wonder dog Patch 6 weeks ago… We loved, and continue to love our 16 plus years old Beautiful Patch. He was a mix of cataula and Red Merrell in his blood. 🐕! What a great dog he lived up to be. Nothing could or did, try as things tried, He was strong, fast, smart and very majestic…. Your well written letter about your dog Cooper was sad, poignant and Enlightening! So thanks for that!! This is a great step in closure as we, My husband and I come to try to accept his… Read more »

Joe
Joe
3 years ago

Thank you for sharing. I recently lost my wingman, Dale; a Shepherd that meant more to me than most people in my life.

Mary Y.
3 years ago

Well spoken, your amazing writer.

Mary Young
3 years ago

Thank you.

Mira
Mira
3 years ago

Now you got me thinking…

Amy
Amy
3 years ago

Thank you Abigail! My kitty died 3 weeks ago- everything that you said , felt and feel sounds like me-she was 13 years old-and she went peacefully in her sleep-I knew it was coming the last few days-I got to talk to her and tell her she was the best cat ever and I loved her-she went through a lot of milestones with my kids also- my kids now live on their own-so she was always my company-she loved watching tv with me. I always got a kick out of her when she would nap in different places in my… Read more »

Carolyn
Carolyn
3 years ago

I revisited this wonderful piece today, and found it to be as revelevant, relatable and comforting as ever, I am sure I will re read this from time to time.

Gertie Mehringer
Gertie Mehringer
2 years ago

You nailed it , you done your duty in life , no regrets and get all your courage together for your final hurdle ,this is been going on since the beginning of time and is part of everyone’s live and god will help you when the time comes !

Barbara
Barbara
2 years ago

Thank you, this made me feel better about my dog, my friend passing. I had many of the same thoughts. Thank you again.

Carol
Carol
2 years ago

Beautifully written!

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