[ WP ] The final words of a pet being put down .

Hey, humans? Before you do this, I need to tell you something. 
 I remember everything. 
 Think about it. Just because I have a short attention span does n't mean that I have a short memory. And I remember everything. 
 I remember the first day when you brought me home. I was scared to death. Funny that I would use that word now, but I do n't know how else to describe it. I mean, yes, you took me out of that little metal cage, but I had no idea what was going on. 
 When I did finally venture out from underneath my little shelter ( I think you called it a chair ), all you did was hold me and keep me warm. You named me Buddy. You fed me and cuddled me and played with me. You taught me where I could poop and where I could n't poop, but you were n't mean about it. I knew that when you got loud, I should n't do whatever I had done. You made me realize that this place you called `` home'' was a good thing. I felt safe, and I felt loved. 
 And I learned your names pretty quickly, too. The one who brought me home was called Daddy. He was the one who loved to play fetch and tickle my belly and tell me I was a good boy. The one who brought me my food was called Mommy. She was the one who loved to cuddle and scratch my ears and tell me I was a good boy. Mommy was the one who first let me sleep on the bed. And Daddy was the one who built a little set of stairs so that I could climb up because I could n't jump that high. 
 Yes, I remember everything. I remember when Mommy brought the little humans home, first the one you called Matt, then the one you called Joe. And you trusted me to cuddle with them, just like you cuddled with me. And as the three of us grew older together, they let me sleep in their beds if I wanted to. 
 I loved when all of us would go for a walk. So much more to see and smell! And so much love and joy! The dogs in the other homes were jealous of me. Their humans made a walk feel like a chore. But not you. You always wanted to take me for a walk. And I love you for it. 
 Yes, unfortunately, I remember everything. Like the day we went to the park and Matt and Joe were playing fetch with me. And Matt threw the ball too far and it went over the fence. I tried to tell it to come back, but it bounced into the parking lot. Joe climbed over the fence to get it, and there was a car and a thunk and a scream. I tried to get over the fence to yell at the car, and I did it, but when I landed, my leg started to hurt really bad. I just wanted Joe to be okay and tell me I was a good boy for cuddling with him. But he never said it. 
 Daddy took me to the doctor and they put a cast on my broken leg. It was really itchy and I wanted to chew it off, but I could n't. They also made me wear the cone of shame. Daddy called it the cone of courage because I went after Joe to make sure he was OK. I missed him for a long time. And when he finally came home, he could n't walk anymore. But I got to ride around on his lap in his wheelchair and he still told me that I was a good boy. 
 Yes, I remember everything. I remember when I started not seeing so well, and Mommy and Daddy both took me to the doctor. They both went when my hearing started to go, too, and when my hips got so bad that I could barely walk. 
 But do n't feel bad for me, because I'm almost 75 years old. Well, in dog years, anyway. I would have been 16 in a couple months. But now I know we have to say goodbye. And I do n't want you to cry, because I'm not. You are doing the right thing, for all of us. It's time for me to go. 
 I have led the most beautiful, amazing, wonderful life that any dog could ever wish for. I was loved, and I know I was a good boy. There was never any question about it. All of you told me all the time. You were the best humans any dog could ever have. I'm glad all four of you are here. 
 I remember everything. 
 
 EDIT: noticed a voice-to-text fail
