The Way Human's Treat Animals Reveals Their Heart

by Chuck Ness

Back in 2013, two days after Christmas, I had to have our beloved 18 year old dog, Hershee, euthanize. Her kidneys had shut down and she was in so much pain she could not even settle down for more than five minutes at a time. So the merciful thing to do was to end her life.

It's easy to talk about it now, but at the time it was as if a member of our family had died. Maybe this should not be, I mean after all, she was just a dog. But, whether we choose to accept it or not, Hershee felt that she was one of us, and we treated her as if we would treat any member of our family. We were her "pack" so to speak, and I trust that she felt herself a valuable member of that pack. She ate good when we ate good, was happy when we were happy and always tried to do her part, even if it was just to bark and growl at people she didn't know.

Hershee, The Greatest Dog In The World

by Chuck Ness

You are greatly missed Hershee.

12/18/1995 – 12/27/2014

Our precious dog made it to her 18th birthday, and her 19th Christmas, nut then in the early hours of Friday December 27 we had to take her on that one way journey to the rainbow bridge. I tried to sit down and write a post about her, but I was never able to get past the first paragraph. Every time I did my eyes begin to well up, and my would freeze above the keyboard as I thought of what to write. Next thing I know, I’m closing the lid on my laptop without even turn it off. And I thought my wife would have the most difficult time of letting go of her life.

It was early October when I posted a plea for some friends at FreeRepublic to pray for me to have the strength to do what I knew would soon be inevitable. I told them that I could do it, but that it would be difficult for my wife to agree it was time if she didn’t take that trip to Rainbow bridge on her own.