Well I’ve cued up the Ray Charles, like we did when we headed out West to Yellowstone. We are on our way to Med Vet. Michael talked to them about cremation services. Tears are flowing. I’m prepared.
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Legs is gone. Our beloved, loud Athens hound has joined Big Lou and Miss Nell at the Rainbow Bridge. At last, he isn’t suffering anymore, he is at peace. Michael was back with him during the last moments before the euthanasia, I couldn’t bear to see him, so I sat crying in the waiting room, talking to a youngster there, who offered soothing words as I sobbed. At least I could shed some tears, the Risperdal didn’t completely block them. Michael was a mix between crying and grousing about the staff at Med Vet, but I was sure to apologize for his behavior, which was nothing more than his way of showing grief.
Me, I’m actually feeling a sense of calm and relief now that Legs is no longer suffering. Yes, there is a huge hole in my heart, how will it feel walking one Basset instead of two? Sure, as expected I’ve already put out subtle “feelers” for a source to be on the lookout for a male Basset for us…what do you expect, we got Legs inside of a month of Lou passing. Hey, I work quickly. I’m feeling like walking, I think I’ll make my way to the alleys, silently paying homage to Legs and the streets here he loved so much. More later, I have to move.
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