Man Pens Heartbreakingly Beautiful Tribute from His Dying Dog’s Point of View

“My person petted me, saying, ‘I gotcha covered, buddy. I gotcha.’ I love the way that makes me feel. I know he does. He makes everything better.”

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Almost every pet owner knows all too well the overwhelmingly crushing grief that follows the death of their animal.  To deal with the loss of his beloved Benny, musician John Pointer wrote an exquisite tribute – but he wrote it from Benny’s perspective.  Be warned:  you will bawl your eyes out, but it will absolutely be worth it.

 

From John Pointer’s website:

Benny was my best friend for 9 years. He was born on January 29th, 2007. I met him when he was 5 days old. He came home with me when he was 8 weeks old. We went through everything together – relationships came and went, we nearly lost the house to foreclosure, my father passed away, and he never lost his basic, boundless happiness. On January 28th, 2016, when his kidneys finally failed him, I had to give him the ultimate help, to deliver him from his bodily struggles. It crushed me. I wrote this story to process my grief. The next day, it had already been shared over 10,000 times. It reached 100,000 shares by the 5th day. In the first two weeks, it had been read by around 20 million people. I am so glad that it resonates, and I hope it helps people cope with their own grief. That was Benny’s true purpose, to share his love, and make people feel connected, and worthy of enthusiastic support, even if they didn’t believe it themselves. And in that way, as long as his story keeps touching people, he will never truly die. I am so thankful for that, grateful for the time we had here together, and I really appreciate your visit, too. Benny, I love you so much. And I miss you equally.

 

 

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Yesterday was weird…

BENNY POINTER·TUESDAY, FEBRUARY 2, 2016

Yesterday was weird. I couldn’t get myself out of bed. The guy I live with lifted me up. I tried to get my legs under me, but they wouldn’t cooperate. He said, “Don’t worry, I gotcha buddy,” carried me downstairs, and out the front door. That was so nice of him. I needed to pee so badly, I just had to go right there where he put me down. Normally I wouldn’t, but we both decided to make an exception to the rule.

I started walking down the parking lot toward that place where all the dogs like me go to poop. I felt my paws dragging on the ground. “How strange,” I thought. Then suddenly, I just had to go, really badly. In the middle of the parking lot. Normally, I wouldn’t do that. It’s against the rules.

My person cleaned up the mess. He’s good at that. I felt embarrassed, looked at him, and he said, “Want to keep walking, buddy?” I did, but it was surprisingly tough. By the time we reached the end of the parking lot, my head was spinning. I tried to climb the little hill, and nearly fell over. I couldn’t figure out what was going on.

He reached down again, and ran his hands over me. That felt good. He picked me up, and carried me home. I was still confused, and my head was light, but I was glad not to have to walk all the way back. It suddenly seemed like an impossible distance.

 

 

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I was so glad to lay down on my bed. My person petted me, saying, “I gotcha covered, buddy. I gotcha.” I love the way that makes me feel. I know he does. He makes everything better.

He felt my paws, and pulled up my lip. He said, “Oh buddy, are you cold?” I was. My face was cold, my paws were cold. He texted a few people, and came back to pet me.

A few minutes later, another person arrived. He’s one of my favorites, and his name is Jay. He petted me, and said to my person, “Do you want to get a blanket?” They put a blanket over me, and wow… that felt good. I relaxed, and they both petted me, but they both started to choke back tears.

I never want them to cry, it breaks my heart. It’s my job to make them feel better, and I was just a little tired, and cold. I drifted in and out of sleep, and they were always there, making sure I was okay, and chatting with each other.

 

 

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Throughout the day, my person made some phone calls, and spent a lot of time with me. I heard him say, “9 am tomorrow… ok… yes… I’ll tell you if anything changes. Thank you Dr. MacDonald.” He called someone else, and said, “I’m sorry, I have to cancel tonight.” Then as I was drifting off to sleep, I think I heard him cry a little again.

In the evening, more of my favorite people came by. They were all so loving. I licked their tears away when they would get close enough to my face. They whispered sweet things in my ear, and told me I was a good boy.

Later in the evening, I felt well enough to stand up and walk to the door to see who was coming in. It was more exhausting than I’d remembered it being, but I loved seeing them all. I heard my person say something like, “That’s the first time he’s gotten up under his own power today.” Everyone seemed glad that I was out of bed. I was too, but wow… after the excitement wore off, it was so exhausting to move around.

After the last visitor left, my person took me outside to do what he called, “my business.” We went back inside and when we reached the bottom of the stairs, they looked twice as steep and ten times as long as I remembered them being. I looked at my person, and he looked at me. He said, “Don’t worry, I gotcha buddy,” and carried me up.

 

 

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Then it got even better! Instead of sleeping in my bed, he called me up to sleep on *his* bed. Let me repeat: *I got to sleep in the bed with my person!* We normally have our own beds, but last night we snuggled, and it felt so good to be that close to him. I thought, “This is where I belong. I will never leave his side.” I didn’t feel very well though, and it was hard to breathe sometimes.

It seems like it started a few months ago. We were playing fetch and I just blacked out. I don’t know what happened, but I think I stopped breathing. I could hear my person calling my name. I couldn’t move a muscle. He lifted my head, and looked into my eyes. I could see him right there, but couldn’t lick his face. He said, “Benny, are you in there?” I couldn’t respond. He looked at me, and said, “Don’t worry buddy, I gotcha. I gotcha covered.” I started to spin into darkness, but then my lungs took in a deep breath, and I could see again.

We went to see some doctors, and since then I’ve heard a lot of words like, “cardiomyopathy,” “cancer,” and, “kidney failure.” All i know is that sometimes I feel okay, and sometimes… you know… I just don’t. My person gives me pills.

 

 

 

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This morning, I heard my person get up and take a shower. He came back in the room, and smelled so nice. He helped me get up, but this time, I could do it on my own. We got to the top of the stairs, and wow… they looked long and steep again. He said, “I gotcha buddy,” and carried me down. I did my business, and we came back inside. He opened a can, a really, really delicious can of wet dog food. Oh man… I love that stuff!

Jay showed up again. What a nice surprise! He and my person seemed concerned, but everyone was petting me. It seemed a little like a play, where all the actors were sad, but pretending to be happy. Pretty soon after that, another person showed up. She was wearing doctor pants, and I leaned on her.

I heard them talk. Everyone looked at my gums, and felt my paws. I heard the doctor pants lady say, “It’s your decision, but he’s definitely in that window. I don’t want to push you, but looking at his lack of color, I am honestly shocked he’s even standing up. In addition to the paws and jowls, look here…” she pointed at my face, “This should be pink. It’s almost white, and verging toward yellow.”

 

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My person and Jay went inside to talk about something. When they came back out, I heard my person say, “I agree. I don’t want to wait till he’s in absolute agony.” So we went inside. Truth be told, I was feeling pretty badly, even though I was up and walking. It seemed like my whole head was cold, my paws were freezing, and my back legs weren’t working right.

The doctor pants lady said, “I’ll just put this into his muscle. It’s a sedative. Then I’ll come back over here, and you can just love on him till he’s asleep.” My person kissed my face, and looked in my eyes. He was trying not to cry. Doctor pants lady gave me a shot of something in the leg. I just looked at my person. He is so awesome. I will always be right by his side.

He and Jay petted me, and said the nicest things – what a good dog I am, what a good job I’ve done, how thankful they are to have me in their lives. After a while, my mind started buzzing. FOCUS! I looked back at my person. I love him so much.

I drifted again. FOCUS! I can see my person. I love him so much. I will always be right by his side. He knows that. Am I sleepy? FOCUS! I’ll always look at him with my whole heart…

 

 

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Doctor pants lady said, “He must have an incredible will to stay with you. He is really powering through. That’s impressive.” My person choked back tears and said, “I know. This guy lives for me. He is the most devoted soul I’ve ever met…” We put our heads together, and closed our eyes. I felt good. I can’t really describe it. We looked at each other again. I just felt like riding that buzz, but maybe lying down was better. My person helped me down. Man, that felt gooooooood.

I felt him and Jay petting me, and heard them talking to me. They love me so much. How lucky am I? Then I felt thousands of hands petting me. Everyone I’d ever known and loved was there, petting me, scratching my ears, and that spot under my collar that makes my leg move. Everyone should try this. It’s just amazing!

Then I felt the doctor pants lady touch my leg. Did I tell you that my person had to have both of my knees repaired? They’re titanium, and have served me well, but you know… I’ve been feeling a little creaky lately.

With everyone petting me, the doctor pants lady put another needle in my leg, but this time, as the fluid went in, my legs were healed! My knees were perfect! And as I felt it move through my body, my cancer disappeared! And then my kidneys felt better! And finally, even my heart was whole, and healthy! I felt like I had sprung away from all of my sickness. Amazing!

 

 

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I saw my person, and Jay, and the lady who lives at our house, Shelly. They seemed to be huddling over something. I walked over to look. It seemed like… I don’t know. It kind of looked like me, but the way I looked when I was feeling really sick, or exhausted. The face was blurred out, so I couldn’t really tell, but that poor guy looked like he had been suffering.

I could tell my person was both relieved and very, very sad. I love him so much. I looked at that me-shaped shell, and I looked at him… I think he was sad about that shell. I jumped around the room, like a clown, but it seemed like they wanted to be somber, and focus on whatever that thing was they were petting and kissing.

But my person was definitely sad. I leaned on him, like I’ve done a million times before, but it wasn’t quite the same. It felt like his body was a cloud and I passed right through him. So I walked up next to him, sat like a good boy, and my heart whispered to his, “Don’t worry, buddy. I gotcha covered.”

I will never leave his side. He knows that.

 

 

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216 thoughts on “Man Pens Heartbreakingly Beautiful Tribute from His Dying Dog’s Point of View

  1. Gloria Esmeralda Rosales Rola Bazy holy crap I just lost it! I’m crying my eyes out and the whole time Lilly is looking at me like… what’s wrong mum!?

  2. Crying myself. I have loss 3 of my sweet babies. I think of them all every day. My heart still hurts for them all. How I wish so much they were here with my physically, but I know they are here with me spiritually. I miss my fur babies so much.?

  3. Tori Schofield this is the story I sent you a few days ago and as hard as it was for you to muster up and read it is so beautiful

  4. :'( this is beautiful yet so sad . It kills me. I know I’ve lost so many and it never gets easier. I will never stop having dogs, no matter how much it hurts to say goodbye, they are my true friend til the very end. God bless us all , may he give us the strength and peace inside to continue one more day. R.I.P to all the doggies running free in heavenly bliss

  5. I’m laying next to my boyfriend in bed at 5 in the morning because I can’t sleep and come across this story and within the first two lines I’m absolutely bawling! This is incredible, creative, and heart-wrenching. I love this!!

  6. Very poignant. I’ve been there, in another’s vet’s office, saying goodbye to another great dog. Here’s to all the great dogs who give us so much.

  7. Im 45, I have had 5 dogs in my life who have shared their lives with me, since i was young, only 3 died naturally two not. I miss each one of them still, they bring something unique to your life each time they are never the same. I have two senior shih tzus that have been with me since their mom stopped feeding them at 4 weeks old to say we are bonded is well an understatement. I dont even talk about their end without forcing myself to stop. so I dont know how i am going to deal as they say. I usually when a dog was nearing the end of its path I would get a pup to bring into the family and they would teach the pup and impart their style of doing things and lessen the blow for me when its time but also for them a bit also. This is the first time I havnt done this, and I know in realistic optimism I have a year maybe left. I dont see me doing it and dont know why. I just want them to have all my time and I theirs. It makes me worried about how i am going to take it as having them prior to the army and the ptsd was completely different than now, now im very in tuned with them and rely on them.im that guy that will only go to a persons house if they have a dog, so there is a comfort level for me. I am worried that when they go I will grow bitter and not want another dog, I hope that isnt the case, for that is how my dad went and it made him mean. I loved this story you posted and it meant alot and hope others get the heart of it the way we all do reading it. I hope when my kids go they go knowing they are and where so loved and I pray that from their point of view I was a good human to them

  8. This had me in floods real agony tears just the same we had our little romanian rescue smiffy pts at xmas only had him 7 months , sweetest soul he didnt stand a chance the life he had had but at least he died having known love good grub, comfort, and so many loving cuddles, we also had to carry him up stairs ect, so had my blub ,

  9. So sweet, as I sit here getting ready to let my baby girl go over the rainbow bridge in about 30 minutes. I hope that’s what she thinks too, that her pain is gone and it will all be okay, but I’m not sure I will. Thank you so much for this, on this day in particular.

  10. Caring crying and loving our pets all a part of life. So very hard to lose them because it so Easy to love them. Beautiful story. If only we could keep them forever.

  11. Stan Modjesky I hope you have time to get to Bailey before he leaves for the meadow. It’s bad enough you’re deserting me, but I just can imagine your leaving Bailey.

  12. What a lovely way to tell all who’ve been where you were that our exquisite canine companions and best friends appreciate that they are no longer in pain and they never leave us. Well put and thank you.

  13. I lost my beautiful Gracie blue to cancer, she passed with her eyes looking into mine, I thought, thank-you God for this most precious gift, and hoped that when my time came I’d be looking at someone who loved me as much. Thank-you for your story, she was a badly treated rescue, but had a great life with me. This brought back the pain of losing her, And, the joy that she is now pain free. You will see your buddy again and it will be a joyous reunion

  14. Our dogs do not belong to us. They are on loan from God. When it is our dog’s time, we should not be selfish, but lovingly surrender these pure souls into His hands!

  15. Crying such a beautiful tribute to this beautiful boy. I loved it and the way he portrayed his sweet Benny.. RIP…..SWEET ANGEL knowing you were loved so very much!!

  16. They had such a precious relationship. It is very hard to see a loved one hurt so much not to mention help them over the Rainbow Bridge. I hope he can love another dog when he is ready. For me it took about a month and a half after my Molly was put to sleep on her 13th birthday. My house was too quiet and sad. I will always miss Molly but now we have 2 fur babies that fill the house up.

  17. Makes me think of what is coming for this girl, our White GSD Mitzie. Her hips are bad at only 4 and a half. As long as the pain meds work she’ll be with us but once they stop we’ll have to let her go. Hopefully not for awhile…hopefully

  18. its so sad that dogs and cats dont live longer.Its a heartbreaking thing to go through.Ive been through it a few times.Ive never forgotten my first dog and or the cats that had big paws to fill.

  19. Such a great tribute to a much-loved dog! I am crying as I write this…..I am so sorry for your loss but its obvious that you gave him an incredible life filled with much love….he was so important to you.

    You write so well and I can see that you are a truly beautiful spirit! Thanks for sharing with all of us.

  20. Nope! I’m tearing up just from guessing what it’ll be about and I’m about to go to work. Really don’t want every co-worker in the building asking if I’m “OK”.

  21. I’ll have to come back to this later- we lost our beloved Ozzie three days ago and I’ve actually gotten through the last couple of hours without crying. I don’t want to start again!

  22. Ohh god, I cried my eyes out ? this is the hardest thing we ever have to for our loves ❤
    Lost my boxergirl in january 2014, then 12 years old, same condition, liver failure / cancer in the liver ?
    Still think about her every single day.

  23. I did and it is. John you really hit home for me. My 5 year old boxer was diagnosed with an inoperable brain tumor back in August. The neurologist is amazed he’s doing so well still. We’re in “extra innings” but I think my lil man is just full of love and love is overpowering right now. The bit about him walking and not being able to move and all, that is in our future. But until now we live life to the fullest and love every minute. Thank you for sharing your journey in Benny’s perspective.

  24. Stories like this touch our souls because they’re a reflection of our own personal love stories…. Yes… I’m still crying… Why not? I miss my Peanut so much…. I had to let him go… It will be a year On April 8… I had the blessing of saying good bye and tell him how much I loved him… He passed in my arms…. And I’m so sure he said ” I love you so much” too.
    And then… He went to sleep… Until we meet again.?

  25. I have been loved very deeply over the years and each time I am gravely sickened by the loss of one of my pets. The love and absolute relentless joy I have had cannot be explained. Thank you for sharing your story.

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