Dancing Echoes

Beats Stumbling Around in Silence




Your last Christmas
Wrapped in our festivities
Exhausted old dog

I took this picture on Christmas Day 1983. I got dear, sweet Muttley when I was eight years old. He wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed but he was fuzzy and lovable. He would have been about thirteen in this photo and by then he had cataracts and was fairly deaf. He was so tired after all the excitement of gift opening that we were able to pile the wrapping paper on top of him and he never once stirred. He had been hit by a bus as a puppy and as a consequence suffered seizures about every six months for the rest of his life. About four months after this photo was taken, he went into a permanent seizure. I took him to the vet before heading to work and they said they would sedate him to see if he would come out of the seizure. After work I went to see how he was doing and it was clear he was never going to recover. It was then I realized my selfishness in trying to keep him alive that day. Feelings of compassion finally took over and I did the right thing. I said goodbye and let my childhood pup go.

In response to Patrick Jennings A Pic and a Word Challenge #33: Compassion

Author: Dancing Echoes

I am a scientist by trade and artist by soul. My creative outlet used to be dancing but due to injuries and age, I must now find another path. I am hoping my writing, poetry and photography can be this new path. Awards: While I am grateful and honored for the numerous nominations, I don’t have time to respond to them with the attention they deserve, so for the most part, I am an award free blog. All photographs and words are mine unless otherwise credited. © 2015-2023 Dancing Echoes ALL RIGHTS RESERVED Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author/owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to Christy Draper with appropriate and specific direction to the original content on Dancing Echoes.

13 thoughts on “Compassion

  1. Nothing hurts like the death of a much loved pet.

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  2. Absolutely. They are family.


  3. Pingback: Somber ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #34 – pix to words

  4. We always had dogs when I was growing up. I’ll never forget when I was around 8, my parents told me that they had to give our dog away to someone who had a ranch. That great lie, though I didn’t realize it at the time. And why do parents think that is any easier for a kid to accept?

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  5. So true. And what a shame to waste such a teachable moment about life. I think society underestimates children’s capacity for reality. Besides, nothing makes life more precious than death. Thank you for sharing.

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  6. Thank you for the follow!

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  7. My pleasure. I look forward to exploring more of your work.

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  8. As always… powerful insight exploring the beauty and pain of love, of letting go, of the selflessness of compassion.

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  9. Filling out a palliative care form is a similar experience. We stop grasping at straws and let someone go when they are ready.

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  10. Hmmm, yes. This lesson was valuable a few years ago with my father.

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