by Carole Beasley
Monday started out like any other day. Auggie, oldest of my four dogs, wanted to be at my side constantly. By afternoon it was obvious he was not feeling well. Little did I know that he had probably had a stroke. Less than six hours later, after watching him go into seizure and trying to save his life with CPR, I had to say goodbye to a best friend. I love all dogs, but Auggie was different. He knew exactly what I was thinking and feeling. Adopted as a 6 week old puppy from the pound, we had a special bond. When he was diagnosed with Addison's disease several years ago, I knew no amount of money would be spared to prolong his life. He nurtured me through a divorce. I told him he couldn't die while I was going through that pain. Auggie waited, making sure that I had healed & then found a new love who would take care of me. With medicine, he lived a normal, healthy life until Monday. How do you say goodbye to a creature whose greatest delight was to be at your side? Yet I'm thankful that he saved me the eventual wretching decision to humanely end his life. I'm afraid I couldn't have made that decision. I'm thankful that I was with him during his last hours & minutes on earth. Now I'm left with the lonliness of knowing a part of me died with him. He was the coolest dog. From the expectant attitude of a 6 week puppy getting chosen for adoption, to a comforter when other fur-babies died, to a trusted soulmate during personal trials, to the smartest of the pack, Auggie was the best. Auggie, I know you're free of pain and romping with my other departed 'babies' at the bridge. Just know that I love you & will never, ever forget you!