Comedian Sarah Silverman’s beloved dog Duck sadly passed away on Monday. Silverman adopted Duck, a chihuahua-pug mix who was 19 at the time of his death, from a no-kill shelter 14 years ago. He quickly became her self-described best friend and even turned up on her Comedy Central series, The Sarah Silverman Program. “It always tickled me that even though we were different species, he was my best friend,” Silverman said. “Duck left me today but I forgive him.” Yesterday, she wrote a heartfelt “obituary type thing” about Duck, which you can read in its entirety below:
I wrote an obituary type thing:Duck “Doug” Silverman came into my life about 14 years ago. He was picked up by the State running through South Central with no collar, tags or chip. Nobody claimed or adopted him so a no-kill shelter took him in. That’s where I found him – at that shelter, in Van Nuys. Since then we have slept most every night together (and many lazy afternoons.) When we first met, the vet approximated his age at 5 ½ so I’d say he was about 19 as of yesterday, September 3, 2013.He was a happy dog, though serene. And stoic. And he loved love.Over the past few years he became blind, deaf, and arthritic. But with a great vet, good meds, and a first rate seeing-eye person named me, he truly seemed comfortable.Recently, however, he stopped eating or drinking. He was skin and bones and so weak. I couldn’t figure out this hunger strike. Duck had never been political before. And then, over the weekend, I knew. It was time to let him go.My boyfriend Kyle flew in late last night and took the day off from work to be with us. We laid in bed and massaged his tiny body, as we love to do – hearing his little “I’m in heaven” breaths.The doctor came and Kyle, my sister, Laura and I laid on the bed. I held him close – in our usual spoon position and stroked him. I told him how loved he was, and thanked him for giving me such happiness and for his unwavering companionship and love. The doctor gave him a shot and he fell asleep, and then another that was basically an overdose of sleeping meds. I held him and kissed him and whispered to him well passed his passing.I picked him up and his body was limp – you don’t think about the head – it just falls. I held him so tight. And then finally, when his body lost its heat, and I could sense the doctor thinking about the imminent rush hour traffic, I handed him over.14 years.My longest relationship.My only experience of maternal love.My constant companion.My best friend.Duck.
Duck on The Sarah Silverman Program