Saturday, January 09, 2010


Well, I had Doc put my Punkin down this morning.
It was something that needed to be done for a while but something I just couldn't bring myself to do.
We had a good morning together - ate some bacon, then I brushed him out and loved on him before taking him for his last ride.
Doc knew how much Punkindog hated going to the vet so he went out to the truck and gave him his shot there while I held his head and felt him slowly relax. It was an easy way to go.
I buried him in the back near the orange tree with his favorite ball, his rawhide bone and the fucking watch he stole from me.
I sure do miss my Bud.


YOLO said...

omg, i'm sorry to hear that, i am soo glad he had a great morning with you, good memories! my heart is with you

Nick Johnson said...

A fitting poem that my family has framed and passed around whenever one of us loses a pup. Thankfully, I have only seen it once.

"Treat me gently beloved master, and I will love you with a full and happy heart.

Show me patience and I will learn to understand your every word and action. I will even protect you with my life if yours is at any time in danger.

Speak to me often, for your voice is music to my ears and I await even the simple sound of your footsteps, knowing soon you will be near.

Shelter me from nature's bitter cold and wet and I in return will warm your feet beside the hearth. Or, if life should be unkind, I will find a place of comfort for us both, for your pleasure is my dearest wish.

Play with me, for I seek your challenge just as I seek to please you. I will follow a thrown ball to the ends of the earth if you choose it and I will swim the seven seas just to see you smile.

Fill my bowl with fresh water and see that I'm well fed, for I cannot speak to ask you and am completely at your mercy. But my trust in you is so complete, I know you will never do me wrong.

And beloved master, when I grow old and the time comes to say farewell, hold me gently in your arms and I will go without a whimper. For with you I am safe and secure. A dog who gave love and received it with a grateful heart."


elizabeth said...

My sympathies are with you, try to concentrate on happy memories!

drjim said...

Always sad to have to put down a dog.
My condolences.

Deb said...

It is only with love & compassion that a pet owner recognizes when it is time to end their companion's suffering. A very hard thing to do, but you did what was best for the dog, not you. When/if you are ready, Jimmy Stewart wrote a very funny but touching poem about his dog Beau. He read it on the Johnny Carson show and made Johnny cry. You can see it here:

steve tompkins said...

so sorry, ken. punkindog, rip, you were a gorgeous dog.

Top of the Chain said...


I am so sorry. It is a hard thing to do. Having done it now three times in my life, it is never any easier. Nor should it be.

I hope Punkindog brought you many happy memories. Peace

Ted said...

I have four or five waiting me on the other side.

I have always thought that Kipling said it best.

The Power of the Dog.
Rudyard Kipling

There is sorrow enough in the natural way
From men and women to fill our day;
But when we are certain of sorrow in store,
Why do we always arrange for more?
Brothers and sisters I bid you beware
Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.

Buy a pup and your money will buy
Love unflinching that cannot lie--
Perfect passion and worship fed
By a kick in the ribs or a pat on the head.
Nevertheless it is hardly fair
To risk your heart for a dog to tear.

When the fourteen years that nature permits
Are closing in asthma or tumors or fits
And the vet's unspoken prescription runs
To lethal chambers, or loaded guns.
Then you will find--its your own affair
But--you've given your heart to a dog to tear.

When the body that lived at your single will
When the whimper of welcome is stilled (how still!)
When the spirit that answered your every mood
Is gone--wherever it goes--for good,
You still discover how much you care
And will give your heart to a dog to tear.

We've sorrow enough in the natural way
When it comes to burying Christian clay.
Our loves are not given, but only lent,
At compound interest of cent per cent.
Though it is not always the case, I believe,
That the longer we've kept 'em the more do we grieve;
For when debts are payable, right or wrong,
A short time loan is as bad as a long--
So why in Heaven (before we are there)
Should we give our hearts to a dog to tear?

stevienatt said...

Sorry brother. Can't imagine what you are feelin right now.

cbullitt said...

Punkin is probably chasing around with Dilly, my 15-year-old chocolate lab who I put down in November. He can't tell time, so don't worry about the watch.
Hang in there.

Hog Whitman said...

And the last thing she ever ate
Was a piece of chocolate cake
Then I held her in my arms
Until she died
That little bitch

The Angry Patriot said...

Sorry man. We've all been there, and it ain't ever easy.

VC said...


I couldn't bear to read beyond the first sentence. I am so sorry for your loss.

Sheelah and I will play ball and chase some cats for you both tonight.

Karen said...

I'm sorry.
Karen in Virginia

badgirl33 said...


Simon said...

Sorry to hear about this, Ken. Deepest sympathies.

Rock&Roll said...

Sorry to hear that.
I went through it with a great dane we rescued, It is hard.

Tattoo Jim said...

Must be a lot of good memories and good stories for you... Punkin will live with you forever, brother... probably lots of funny stories too...
A toast to the one and only PunkinDog... Gone but never forgotten...

Tried to post yesterday but I guess it didn't make it through...

ibeam said...

I feel for ya, bro...

Anonymous said...

I hate to read that. It is just a shame they can't be with us longer.... Hope you are doing alright.

ex electrician said...

I hate to read that, hope you are doing alright. It's a shame they can't spend more time with us....