I have absolutely nothing to be thankful for today except for the fact that heavy dew on thick green grass in this morningís pre-dawn light allowed my 1/4 Cherokee ancestry to slowly draw my CC .380, silently approach the most cherished love of my life from behind, and put a bullet through the back of his head without him ever knowing what hit him, feeling no pain, or ever knowing it was the one he loved and trusted the most who just killed him.
He was a gentle giant named Frisco, and he was one of Godís greatest and most precious blessings in the form of a huge, fluffy, snow white, 175-pound Great Pyrenees who has been my constant friend, guardian, pal and loving companion for the past 11 years. Even though heís lived two years beyond average life expectancy for such a big dog, his last three months have been with increasing pain from hip-joint deterioration that made it more and more difficult for him to get around.
I was awakened this morning by his painful cries from outside as he was continually trying to get up and falling back down again; and regardless of how deeply I love him, the sudden incapacitation and terrible pain was too much for me to bear even though his brave spirit kept him struggling until he collapsed from exhaustion.
Iíve enthusiastically hunted all my life with the concept of putting food on the table in a fair, sporting and humane manner; and I also thought I was very mentally and emotionally calloused after working through the many times of deep remorse over taking an uncounted number of human lives during combat in SE Asia and two more during LE years - but I have to honestly admit this is the most personally devastating thing Iíve ever had to do in my life. Iíve had many wonderful and loving dogs in the past that either died of natural causes, accidents, or were euthanized by vets when no hope was left; but Iíll not be getting another dog because Iíll never be able to do this again to something whoís loved me and trusted me for so long.
Iím not posting this for sympathy, and Iíd rather not have any responses. Iím only giving myself some closure by publicly recognizing the life and passing of Frisco. He was a wonderful ďnon-humanĒ with more intelligence, unconditional love, compassion, honesty, bravery, understanding and gentleness than most people I know Ė and most certainly was a better man than I am.