By Lisa Cohn
On April 28, we said good-bye to our 13-year-old golden retriever, Hudson.
His tumor had grown so big he couldn’t pee. My vet said that we had to say good-bye, or he would start having seizures. His kidneys were failing.
The hardest part: His brain and heart were all there.
On his last day, I spent the day with Hudson at his favorite park.
I gently tossed him a tennis ball–which he could still catch. We greeted friends.Hudson wagged his tail and leaned into them.
Then we sat down in the grass and looked into each other’s eyes.
While I gazed at his face, tears poured down my cheeks, neck and chest.
He came closer and gave me that look I know so well. He offered it when I was angry, anxious or sad.
“How can I help?” he asked.
Until the very end, he wanted to care for me–even when I could no longer care for him.
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4 responses to “Grieving the Loss of Our Golden Retriever, Hudson”
A beautiful story, a beautiful dog, a beautiful person š
Wow, so beautifully written Lisa. Touched me right me right in the heart. Iām glad I got to experience some of his beauty and his final days. Thank you for sharing your beautiful story of how you all are grieving. Wish you healed heart sooner than later. ā¤ļøš¶
I am so sorry, Lisa. Hudson was such a wonderful loving dog. My sincere condolences. Love and hugs.
What a beautiful tribute to Hudson. The way you wrote about your walks, his sweet presence and how much you miss him made me tear up. He was clearly very loved ā¤ļø