Branson Hunter: Part of Me Died Tuesday Morning

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Turning away from local power and politics, this week was a glorious and beautiful Tuesday morning.

Every direction you looked you could see different weather patterns. The drizzle in Desert Heights was going directly into the desert earth. There was a harmonic quality to the air.

I’m confident the plants were silently oscillating, though not to be heard.

You could almost feel the happy desert out here.

It seemed like the longest drive ever going into Yucca Valley. It was to be the last ride my dog would every take. I met a friend and her dog at Home Depot for what was to be the the last hike my dog would ever take.

My dog ChowCow was 11 years eight months old. She was my constant best friend.

The cancer was a very aggressive cancer. It was immune to CBD oil, alkaline water, turmeric, A&D vitamins and other natural remedies.

My Anatolian Shepard lost half her body weight. She would go days without eating, fasting away the pain. The super thing was she never lost her positive and happy altitude, never was she depressed during her cancer and always eager to jump into the back seat and go for a ride or shopping.

My dog was given a powerful sedative Tuesday at 10:12 a.m. She wanted to stand and not lie down. After a few moments, I helped her lie down — with the help of a friend who loved my dog so much.

The Vet administered the second shot in the left leg vein. It was lethal. I was there talking to my dog when her heart stopped.  She was on a soft blanket with me at her side when she took her final breath on Planet Earth.

When the first shot was given, my neighbor Angie began digging in my front yard which was to be the final resting place for my dog. The drive back home gave view to the most beautiful rainbow I have ever seen.

My neighbor took off from work to do this. She, myself and my friend who was with me at the vet hospital eased ChowChow into the ground and covered the grave.

Now, everything I do every day is new to me. Wednesday, my first hike in the desert without my dog. First time in 11 years and eight months I hiked without my dog.

I go to the lower valley, and it’s the first time ever she was not with me. I find myself looking over my shoulder in the back seat to see of my dog is looking out the window or laying down. I guess you get the picture.

This happens all day long.

I can say two Buddhists came to my house two days before my dog lost her life to cancer. They heard about my dog. Both were females, one an ordained Buddhist Monk Nun. We had a interesting discussion about life, death and KARMA.

To my benefit, the Buddhist women invited my over to an authentic Thai dinner tonight.

I still have questions about KARMA and the afterlife. I’m anticipating those will be discussed tonight at dinner.

I can also say without reservation I firmly believe my dog and I had previous lifes together. This dog was able to communicate telepathically with me. She was soul mate.

Thank you for your indulgence.

Branson Hunter

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4 Responses to Branson Hunter: Part of Me Died Tuesday Morning

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    Scot Mckone January 12, 2018 at 5:10 pm

    Sorry to hear of your dog, Ben. Sometimes pets can be our best friends….

    • Dan OBrien
      Dan OBrien January 13, 2018 at 8:59 am

      Some of my best friends have 4 legs…. My heart goes out to you Ben..

  2. Steve Spear
    Steve Spear January 14, 2018 at 8:38 am

    Sorry to hear about your loss Branson. No matter how many four legged friends we have in our lives it is always painful to let one go.

  3. Branson Hunter
    Branson Hunter January 17, 2018 at 6:33 am

    Thanks Steve, Dan, Scot and others for your thoughts.


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