I am nervous about my grooming day. One of my old favorites had to be put to sleep last week, and today will be the first day that I've seen his mom since she had to make that tough decision.
His name was Coal, and he was an old, black, rotten-eared Cocker Spaniel. (Groomers, you know what ears I'm talking about.) I didn't care how much he stunk up the place, I looked forward to seeing him every two weeks when he came in for his bath and ear flush. He was the SWEETEST old man. He would trot to wherever I would point... until he lost his vision, after which he'd trot to wherever my gentle tug would lead him. He never complained when I messed with his pads, nails, or even those poor sore ears.
I am definitely going to miss that old man. I wish I had a picture of him. I would create a memento for his momma. I know she is heartbroken. I hope she doesn't break down when she brings only Jenny today, because then I'll break down as well.
I am going to post a beautiful poem in memory of Coal. Some people find it "cheesy," while others find it very comforting. To each his own. I believe it's a sweet idea, myself.
Coal, you were a great dog to groom and a wonderful companion to your family. I'll miss you, buddy.
"Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.
When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable. All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor. Those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.
They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent. His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.
You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.
Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together…"