A "boy" and his dog
About 14 years ago, a dear friend gave me a 5 week old Basset Hound for my birthday. I named him Seger, after the musician Bob Seger as my friend and I had a relationship that echoed a song of his.
He became my best buddy instantly and we traveled almost everywhere together. He would stand at the door and wait for me to give him a pat on the head as I left for work. He could recognize the sound of my truck as it got close to the house and stare out the window until I got out and then run to the door and greet me.
He was, as dogs should be, my best friend. He loved going for rides in my truck or car or for a walk. Or as most Bassets, sleeping.
He was however the most active Basset that I have ever seen. That, of course has changed with time. He got a little slower and seemed to sleep a little more in the past year or so. Then in the last six months he had developed a problem with a heart valve. In the last six weeks, he had two seizures. The doctor had surmised that he probably had a tumor on his brain that was causing it and of course there was no curing it, although there was medication to hopefully prevent another episode and to insure him not being uncomfortable. Unfortunately, I and the doctor think the seizures or the tumor has caused a change in his behavior and it seems he has become disoriented and was getting worse.
That brings me to today. After much consideration for all of us, including Segers quality of health and life, I did the most difficult and hopefully compassionate thing and gave him his last ride to be helped across to that rainbow bridge. But before that I took a page from another pet owners story of their Duke, who had cancer. I couldn't bring myself to take pictures and Seger hates water but I took him for a short walk and gave him a couple of cheeseburgers (no onions of course) and a large order of french fries. He really loves french fries. Then my children said their goodbyes and my wonderful wife and I drove him to the vet's office.
They were of course very compassionate and understanding at the animal hospital and gave us all the time we needed before giving him an anesthetic to put him to sleep. We then said our goodbyes as he fell into a peaceful slumber and we left before the vet gave him the final dosage. (I couldn't bear to watch that) I am glad that I did it this way as I wanted to be the last thing my buddy saw before crossing over that rainbow bridge to the other side.
I am glad and grateful that I have the great pleasure of having two wonderful companions in my life, my wonderful wife, Jeri who has been my rock through all of this and my dog, Seger. I'll miss you terribly, dear friend.