All Dogs Go To Kevin

The vinblastine (which we had tried last week when the other chemotherapy regimen failed) was kind of a bust. It was expected, but I’ll keep trying as long as Emmett feels well. Hope springs eternal.

Hope also springs eternal that a 3 year old might drop some Cheerios.

We’re feeling good enough to beg (CHECK OUT those big sad eyes! What a ham!) so that is a good thing. Man, I love that little guy.

Last week, a person who had just lost his dog in a terrible way asked me through his tears if his dog was with God. I answered truthfully: “If dogs don’t go to Heaven, I don’t want to go either.”

Yesterday, my daughter asked me why my eyes were leaky. I said, “I’m just sad because Emmett is sick.”

She thought about this. “Mulan got sick and then she died.”

“Yes, she did. I miss her.”

“But mommy, she went to Kevin, right?”

“You mean to heaven?”

“Yeah, that.”

I like that euphemism. This pet has gone to Kevin. Sounds kind of nice. Although I will say this: Kevin, you greedy bastard, don’t steal my guy just yet.

Filed: Cancer sucks, Musings, Picks of the Litter
  • jw

    Awwwwww, Doc. V, I just love that Emmett! I’m the praying type, so I’m keeping Emmett and you in my prayers.

    And by golly, if Emmett wants cherios, give him cherrios, dang it!!

  • jw

    BTW, I’m torn about “Kevin”. I just wanna smack “Kevin” for taking our loverly pets too soon, but yet want to hug and thank “Kevin” for taking care of them when they cross the bridge, yanno? And not NO, but HELL NO!! I won’t go if they don’t let our pets into heaven! Nope ain’t gonna happen!

  • ceejoe

    Yep, they’ll be in heaven. They have to be. God would make heaven perfect, ergo it will have animals.
    Someone commented on another blog I read, that anything that can love has a soul. And we all know animals can love.

  • Kim

    Kevin! So sweet. That darned Kevin is stealing some petting time with B I really want, but at least there is petting so I’m happy.

    Yeah, Emmett definitely deserves Cheerios. And doughnuts/donuts. The safe kind, of course.

  • Jamie

    Look at those eyes!!! So stinking cute!

    Today is 5 months since Kevin stole my Chase, so I’m not really liking him much all over again, myself.

  • Lisa

    Of course they go to heaven…it wouldn’t be called heaven if our pets weren’t there!

  • Jamie- I didn’t realize it had been that recently. ๐Ÿ™ I’m sorry.

    Kim- I should ask everyone to tell me what they think dog/cat Kevin is like. That would be a really cute book. For a cat, Kevin is a huge old lady with an infinitely large and soft lap. ๐Ÿ˜‰

  • wikith

    Ooof. The Kevin thing is simultaneously adorable and heartbreaking.
    Also, Emmett is working those eyes, holy crap!

  • Megumi

    I hope Kevin keeps his hands off of Emmett for a while yet – we’ve all made some serious donations to him lately and could use a break, no?

  • msubugvet

    love the eyes Emmett!

  • ceejoe- “Anything that can love has a soul.” I love that!

  • In my mind, Kevin looks a lot like Timmy in the Lassie series, and has a pocketful of dog treats and a big red ball that he never tires of throwing.

  • Ryl

    I don’t think I’ve responded at all to the whole story about Emmett – I just don’t know what to say. I’m so, so sorry. When I lost Sandia, it happened overnight – and actually I’m grateful for that. I can’t imagine learning about a diagnosis for a dog who seems well and happy, and then waiting….OK, probably I should have stuck to saying nothing, obviously this isn’t helpful. What I meant to say is, I’m so, so sorry. And Emmett is so lucky to have you – I’m sure you have given him every happiness a dog could have. And he couldn’t ask for better care anywhere.

  • Chile

    “When the time is right for you to cross the brief divide;
    I’ll run across to greet you and we’ll stand side by side.

    I have so much to show you, there is so much to see;
    Be patient, live your journey out, then come home to be with me.”

    Yes, there is a heaven. Humans are sometimes lucky enough to be let into the place that all dogs end up. Knowing that I’ll see Blade again is what makes me believe there is a place.

    And come on Jess…give in to those big, beautiful Golden eyes. All he wanted was some Cheerios. ๐Ÿ™‚

    • Where is that quote from?

      • Chile

        A poem called “I Stood By Your Bed Last Night.” It’s the one I read every night before I say goodnight to Blade.

        I stood by your bed last night, I came to have a peep.
        I could see that you were crying, You found it hard to sleep.

        I whined to you softly as you brushed away a tear,
        “It’s me, I haven’t left you, I’m well, I’m fine, I’m here.”

        I was close to you at breakfast, I watched you pour the tea,
        You were thinking of the many times your hands reached down to me.

        I was with you at the shops today, Your arms were getting sore.
        I longed to take your parcels, I wish I could do more.

        I was with you at my grave today, You tend it with such care.
        I want to reassure you that I’m not lying there.

        I walked with you towards the house, as you fumbled for your key.
        I gently put my paw on you, I smiled and said “it’s me.”

        You looked so very tired, and sank into a chair.
        I tried so hard to let you know that I was standing there.

        It’s possible for me to be so near you everyday.
        To say to you with certainty, “I never went away.”

        You sat there very quietly, then smiled, I think you knew …
        In the stillness of that evening, I was very close to you.

        The day is almost over… I smile and watch you yawning
        and say “goodnight, God bless, I’ll see you in the morning.”

        And when the time is right for you to cross the brief divide,
        I’ll rush across to greet you and we’ll stand, side by side.

        I have so many things to show you, there is so much for you to see.
        Be patient, live your journey out … then come home to be with me.