All my pets have a job to do. Having a purpose helps everyone, and pets are no exception. Some pets need an assigned purpose, while others know their job from the moment they enter the household. Jazz was like that. He reported his job to me, not the other way around.
His job was to love my husband and I so much, unconditionally, that we understood that we were loveable and could love ourselves. It was a huge task.
At the veterinarian’s office yesterday to administer the Final Kindness and relief from the melanoma that had ravaged his body, I realized that the more I grieved and was upset, the more anxious he was.
I thought about what he needed and took a few deep breaths. I wanted to focus on love, comfort him, and show my gratitude. And without thought, I found myself giving him his final performance review.
“You were the BEST EVER, Jazz. You could have not possibly done better. You were perfect from the word go, and we are more loving people as a result. Thank you. OUTSTANDING PERFORMANCE. ” He relaxed in my arms, settled and ready. His work was done; he could go.
“Be proud, Jazz. You were wonderful, my best friend. Good job.” I didn’t say, “good dog,” because I don’t think of him that way any more. He was my best friend, which is not limited to species.