My Friendship with Death

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Death and I are old friends. Winter is the season when we spend the most time together. This year’s Cimmerian season began early, on October 1. Copper was a gregarious and warm-hearted geriatric horse that we affectionately referred to as our “lap horse”. He was Indraloka Animal Sanctuary’s most dangerous horse because he was so affectionate that he routinely attempted to knock volunteers over in order to sit in their laps. Oh, how we loved him! As the years went on, Copper showed signs of severe arthritis. Often, he would lie down and not be able to stand up again without assistance. The volunteers became adept at the complex and dangerous job of flipping his 1,000 pound body over and getting out of the way fast so that he could get up on his good side. One morning, despite turning him over, Copper was still unable to rise. At this point, I had been nursing Copper for years, and we had grown close enough to understand one another’s thoughts.

On many occasions, he had been near Death and I had asked him, “Do you want me to let you go?”

Copper’s answer was always a resounding, “No! I want a nice, juicy pear!”

So that morning, I asked him again, “Do you want me to let you go?”

“No!” His voice screamed inside my brain. “I’m not ready yet! Get me up!”

I went down the list of volunteers and called in reinforcements. We tried everything, from building a pulley on down. Death looked on sadly while several times Copper was able to rise only to fall down again. By now, not only were my head and heart filled with Copper’s screams of fear, but also with the pain of my beloved volunteers. They were no more ready to let him go than I was. I kept trying to get him up when I should have called the vet. Finally, Copper’s big, beautiful body gave out and he went into a seizure. I told the volunteers he was on his way, and even as his cries faded, I could feel my volunteers’ pain and suffering increase. Copper’s seizures continued as these precious, loving humans sobbed their grief and pain at losing him.

I drew on the strength of my shadow side, which had been buried deep under all the pain swirling around me. Finally, I felt some clarity and heard Death, “He won’t leave yet. He is trying to hold on for them. He doesn’t want them to hurt.”

From somewhere beyond, a voice came out of me, strong and loving. “He needs us all to take a deep breath now, and think of how much we love him. When we exhale, he needs all of us to let him go.”

Everybody breathed in. Their pain drew back. Everybody exhaled, and Copper’s seizure ended. We all gathered around him, each of us touching or hugging him, saying our good-byes. His eyes closed and his breath stopped. Copper was on his way home.

That night my good (human) friend came over and sat with me as I cried and cried. I had failed Copper, and he had suffered far more than necessary because I didn’t call the vet soon enough. I had failed to protect my volunteers: why should they have to see how violent and painful Death can be? It is my responsibility to protect others from suffering, and I failed miserably. My dear, wise friend sat with me while I cried and listened calmly, her love-filled eyes never wavering from mine. The next morning, after all my tears were spent, I forgave myself. I’m just a pathetic two-legged. I’m not expected to be perfect. I did the best I could, and I learned a valuable lesson.

Death can’t be put off or ignored. When someone’s time has come, it has come. Trying to stave off Death only brings on pain and angst. In November, I used that lesson to prevent our darling Mo Chridhe from suffering. Mo Chridhe, Scottish Gaelic for “my heart”, was a baby Holstein with a severe disability causing her to be unable to straighten her front legs. We knew when we brought her to the sanctuary in June that she would never be able to survive into adulthood. Our goal was to give her the best quality of life possible, and, when the time came, to let her go peacefully and surrounded by love. And she did have a wonderful, if short, life. The other cows, Penny Power, Snuffleupagus, and Houdini, loved and coddled her as much as the volunteers and I did. Never did a day go by without Mo being nuzzled, hugged, fed treats, and told how precious she was. In November, seeing that she was growing larger and having a harder time moving around, I understood that Death was ready to take her to the spirit world, where she would no longer feel pain. I called the vet and asked for help euthanizing our precious little angel. Dr. Jen, a compassionate and gifted vet, gently administered the shot while I held Mo, telling her how much I loved her. Gus and Penny placed their noses on Mo at the same time, and I’ve no doubt they were telling her the same thing.

Death paid another visit soon after. Tristan, a dear and gentle goat whose eyes used to sparkle each morning as I greeted him, had succumbed to a progressive disease for which there is no cure. After a month of administering twice-daily fluids and nursing him around the clock, I could see he was getting no better. Once again, I held him and told him how much he was loved, while Dr. Jen lovingly administered the shot that ended his suffering.

I was hoping, given that we were almost through winter, we might have a little break from Death, but that was not to be. Our beloved elderly feline, Bongo, gently, peacefully, and lovingly left this life with great dignity at about 10:10 last Thursday morning. I don’t know if I will ever meet an older, wiser soul.

Early that morning, I made a special meal for him, and then spent hours holding him while he purred. I sang old Rod Stewart (“You’re in my heart, you’re in my soul, you’ll be my breath when I grow old, you are my Bongo, you’re my best friend, you’re in my soul…”) and gospel songs (“Rise, your faith has made you whole again…”) to him on the way to the vet’s office. He never panicked for a moment (even when I sang!) He was clear about what was happening and he was ready. He did not hesitate as he left his body, but did so as confidently as if he were heading out to the barn in time for canned food. He died purring and looking at me with such love and compassion that I felt it was him taking care of me, instead of the other way around. Death could not have been kinder.

Sadly, even as I write this, Death is whispering in my ear about yet another of my loved ones. Sky, a beautiful Great Dane who spent a lifetime on a chain before coming to the sanctuary in October, has been diagnosed with terminal cancer. I don’t know how long she has, but in Copper’s name, I won’t let her suffer.

And me? I am filled with gratitude that I have the capacity to continue to fall in love with these creatures despite the pain of losing them from this realm. And because Death and I are old friends, I understand that the spirit never dies. It just grows out of these broken vessels of ours.

Embrace the darkness, my friends. It is because of its fragility and brevity that life is so sweet.


10 thoughts on “My Friendship with Death

    debbie bednar said:
    February 26, 2011 at 11:47 pm

    A huge commitment you have undertaken with the Indraloka Sanctuary, and I am constantly in awe at what an amazing job you have and how you carry it out. My own compassion is strong but my strength is nothing compared to yours my dear. God Bless you and all the volunteers for their time and especially their love for all the residents here at the sanctuary. My heart aches for Sky, she has been a true joy since she has joined Izzie and Tink as my walking companions…I am forever thankful for the time we have shared.


      indralokaanimalsanctuary said:
      February 27, 2011 at 1:20 am

      and we are forever thankful for your friendship! The dogs love you and so do I, and I couldn’t do it without you.


    Patricia A. Powers said:
    February 27, 2011 at 12:21 am

    OMG Indra! I am writing this as tears are streaming down my face. Death of a loved pet is a horrible thing to have to go through. I have done it many times myself and am looking to my 2 geriatric kitties with a horrid dread to have to deal with it once again. I, too, stay with my animals and hug and talk to them to the end…I don’t want them to be alone or scared. No matter how many times we go through this, it is never easy. Bless you and all you do. You are so very special….


    indralokaanimalsanctuary said:
    February 27, 2011 at 12:31 am

    Oh Pat, bless YOU and all YOU do– I know your kitties agree with me that you are a very special lady with a heart of gold.


    Karen said:
    February 27, 2011 at 12:44 am

    Kudos for verbalizing so well what those of us who love animals and work hard to give so many a home they would not otherwise have, go through. Winter is definitely the season of death. I always dread the shortening of the days. It is a harbinger of loss for me when I will lose most of my beloveds. My condolences for your losses.


      indralokaanimalsanctuary said:
      February 27, 2011 at 1:21 am

      Thank you, Karen. And my condolences for your losses. I still say the love and joy makes it all worthwhile, and I am guessing that you agree…


    Amy said:
    February 27, 2011 at 3:41 am

    I did not know Cooper but tears are streaming down my face when you talk about his acceptance at the end…
    I have complete faith in your judgement and connection with the animals. I know the animals have faith in your judgement as well. I believe everything happens for a reason and that even the hardest parts are right and neccesary.
    They are in complete love now and have the memories of love from this side….


    Karen said:
    February 27, 2011 at 3:59 am

    Oh, I do, whole-heartedly, but sometimes it is SO hard when the losses come. Godspeed to yours who have passed on.


    carol broll said:
    March 1, 2011 at 6:01 am

    I was so happy I had a chance to say goodbye to Sky today. I feel that the joy she has felt these last few months erased the bad memories from her earlier life. She will be leaving this world with happy new memories. My thoughts and heart will be with you tomorrow.


    Karen said:
    March 1, 2011 at 11:13 pm

    Godspeed Sky! RIP


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