This past Saturday, we said goodbye to our 15 year old dog as we watched him take his last few breaths here on earth.
He’s the black ball of fluff on the right.
It was painful to watch our furry family member die, but it was also a very precious bonding time for us as a family.
The following day, our son James conducted a Memorial Service in the backyard to celebrate Butch’s life with us.
He planned it carefully.
He wrote a sweet speech which he read at the service.
He designed a memorial plaque to be displayed on the tree at all times (which we’ll probably take down when it rains since it’s made from cardboard).
He dressed for the occasion – black suit with tie and shined shoes.
It was beautifully sweet.
It was heartfelt.
It was hard not to smile.
With his permission, I will now share with you what he wrote for that special day.
In Loving Memory of Butch
We are here because of a dog known as Butch. We are here because of the loss of him. Let us not get sad because of this loss. But let us celebrate the fact that we had the honor and privilege of being able to own him.
There were times that we hated him (like when he would wake us up early on Saturdays whining at my birds, or breathe his stinky breath in our faces at dinnertime. My words not James’) only to love him in the end. It is going to be hard without him, but we have this to remember him. (Cardboard plaque) This is in honor of Butch and so we can always come here and see his face again and remind ourselves of the past with him. This will stay on our tree right here, and when we move, it will stay on our new tree… and so on, and so forth. So now we will always remember him.
There were times when I would lie with him and every morning I would give him a pet. But now I can’t do those things anymore. We are going to miss him and maybe soon forget him. But, so we don’t forget, I will put this up (cardboard plaque) and that is part of the reason for this. So, now we won’t forget him.
This loss was really hard for our family. And I would like to say something to Butch…
“Butch, we all love you. We hope that your pain is gone.”
Let us all remember him and always be on our knees when in front of this. (Cardboard plaque. And I’m not likely to be on my knees in the rocks. Just sayin.)
Butch, we love you!
By James Klein