A Good Death – Slightly Marred

Yesterday, I had to say goodbye to my dog, Elsa. She’d been with me for 15 years. I’d known her time with me was coming to a close and had been in contact with a local organization that comes right to your home so that death is approached not in a vet’s examining room, but in familiar and loving surroundings. It was a good death. Peaceful. I recommend saying goodbye to your pet at home. The individuals I had dealt with prior to yesterday had been gracious and truly empathetic, for which I am grateful.

The slightly marred aspect of Elsa’s good death occurred immediately at the arrival of the veterinarian who came to administer the drugs that ease a pet’s journey from life into death. When I greeted her at the door, she had a mask hanging from her right ear. I invited her into our home. She stepped inside, set down her bag, and began to reach for her mask, so I said, “You don’t need to wear a mask in our home.” She immediately went into the canned spiel, the great lies, surrounding the use of masks as a preventive measure against the manmade gain of function flu known as COVID-19, and said my wife and I would also have to don masks. I said, “No! We will not wear masks in this house.”

My response in regards to her masking request brought out from her a regurgitation of the many lies fed to the world since this manmade pathogen known as COVID-19 was let loose. I responded to this, first, by attempting to address the uselessness of masks scientifically, to no avail, as she continued to spew the well propagandized lies which have tyrannized the world since early 2020. My anger began to rise.

I then began to attempt to reason with her, rather forcefully, coming close to the point of berating her unmercifully, causing both the veterinarian and my wife to come to tears. During all this time, my Elsa, who truly needed to be compassionately released from this world, lay tired and alone on her bed by my chair. The only time I’ve been thankful that she was mostly deaf.

At this point, I was ready to send the veterinarian packing and pursue other compassionate means of providing Elsa a good death. I was angry and sad to the point of despair. Angry because my Elsa was not receiving the end she needed, and sad that I was dealing with a veterinarian who was so subsumed by the lies associated with COVID-19 she was actually living the lie in my home, which to me is a despairing point.

We ended up compromising. The veterinarian wore her mask, and my Lovely Melis and I remained six feet away from her during the administration of the drugs which ease a pet’s death. Though this was a bit awkward, and an inconvenience, Elsa’s pressing need for release was accomplished.

In fairness to the veterinarian, she was indeed compassionate and caring with Elsa. I find no fault with her in this regard. She gave my Elsa a most peaceful and good death, though I am mourning her deeply even while I type these words. My mourning is compounded, and more deeply disturbs me, because of the fact that there are individuals so terrorized by the propaganda surrounding COVID-19 they are unable to live in reality. They are living in the lie, the lies of men.

Elsa is gone, and I will miss her dearly. She did everything with me. She always watched me like a hawk. Elsa had a good death. Slightly marred. She was a great dog!

Comments |7|

  • So sorry for your loss, John. Losing a beloved dog is every bit as painful as losing any other member of the family. I take comfort in believing, with all my heart, that they will be among the first to greet us on the other side.

    • Thank you, Julie. I do not know what, exactly, will await us on the other side, in Heaven, but I imagine that the joy, love, and happiness hinted at in the Scriptures will far exceed any prior expectations we may have.

  • Sorry for the loss of your beloved Elsa. Our pets become so much more than just pets. Also sorry for your encounter with the Branch Covidian veterinarian, but you did the right thing. One cannot give in to untruths because we then live a lesser life ourselves. If some choose that life based in lies, well, God gave us free will. Some people will choose poorly.

    • Thank you, Kathleen.

      One cannot give in to untruths because we then live a lesser life ourselves.

      This is so true.

  • John, that was heartbreaking. I’ve become downright confrontational about the masks, but I’ve never had to go toe-to-toe with a phobic like that. I left my comments on the virus over at Gerard’s. I see the masked as pathetic victims of this evil. They are broken, and many, especially the children will be traumatized for life. They’ll never heal.
    Good for you. I’d have completely blown it, and left that vet so traumatized that she’d cry for a week. I do not like being an asshole, but I’m a five star master of the game when I roll. (I take no pride in that.)

    Like Julie, I always come back to the “Rainbow Bridge” story when I think of my pets. It’s corny, manipulative, and sentimental as all get out, but it’s one of those things we wish for in our deep longings. My bestest ol’ Buddy the Cat is getting old. We’re about neck and neck in relative years, but he’s passing me up, and will soon take the lead. But sufficient to the day is the grief therein. No point in borrowing trouble into tomorrow. God Bless.


    • Thanks, JWM. I still have not shaken looking for my critter around the house. Especially when I wake in the morning, or sit in my reading chair. I look for her, but she’s not there. FYI – If it wouldn’t have been for my Lovely Melis, I would’ve gone nuclear on the vet. God Bless.

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