It's time to say good bye

The week started out good.  Mom weighed me again … 30 ????? pounds.  Yep, starting to pack on a little more weight and that’s great.  But not too much as it would be too hard on my back legs.  I had a badly broken one when mom got me from some people in the Valley.  It was x-rayed, and not good even back then, about 9 years ago, so she has to be careful that I’m not too heavy.

The other night I got mom good.  I’ve employed a new ruse.  I don’t want to do my big chore out in the dog yard, so now she’s taking me for short walks so I can take care of business.  Why not?  Now I get a walk and great food.  Mom’s such a soft touch!!! 

More meds, special food.  It's a dog's life.

But I know she’s leaving.  So, I need to take advantage while I can before she goes as I’m not sure pop will be as gullible!  And I’m sorry to say I won’t be posting because mom’s taking her computer and pop won’t let me use his.  He’s afraid I’ll get chicken all over it or something.

February 13 … I felt good this morning, but by this afternoon I didn’t and didn’t want to eat no matter that pop brought me the good stuff … chicken and fancy canned food.  I want to eat and please, but I couldn’t and then I threw up.  I’ve had a hard time getting up on the couch, too, and pop knew.

Mom had been out running errands because she’s leaving on vacation tonight, and when she came home, she was going to go walking with Rita and Robin.  But she knew there was something wrong.  So she called the vet and they said to bring me in.  Pop carried me out in my Beagle bed and Auntie Rita held me in her lap all the way to the vet.

The vet was really nice to me, but she told mom I was jaundiced as my liver was failing, and mom knew it was time to send me over the bridge. 

I'm sorry, mom, but you and I both know I have to go.

I know I’m a piece of her heart, but she had to do what was right for me … and let me go with dignity.  I know it’s a hard way to start her vacation, but I was so glad she was here to send me over and spend my last time here with her holding me tight and telling me she loved me. 

She always loved me best.

I had a great life with mom and pop and the rest of the crowd.  I was loved but I needed to go.  Signing off, folks, and this is the last Beagle Blog.  Baaarrrrrooooooooooo.

A Poem to my mom and pop

The day you laid me down to sleep
you prayed to the Lord; my soul to keep
I know you had to send me on my way
but you sent me to a new; better; and much brighter day

You sent me home; to heaven above
where I'm cradled in God's arms; covered with His love
I understand what you did; you did out of love
and I'll return that love; from my new home above

My sickness is gone; and I'm free here to roam
I run and play in the meadows; here in my new home
We play here by the Bridge; from morning to night
there is no rain here; just warm sunlight

I know you all miss me; I miss you all too
but I'll always be with you; whatever you do
Please wipe the tears; from your weeping eyes
by remembering the good times; from days gone by

When you look out; into the dark of night
I'll be that bright star; your guiding light
We'll meet again at the Bridge one day
when we'll walk in the light; together to stay.

Tuffy February 13, 2016

                                                                    by John Quealy