Saying so long to Beej
November 04, 2013, 7:28 pm by Lyn Odom
On Oct. 29, I had to let old Beej-hound go. I knew it was time when I could feel the lightness of her bones as I held her head in my hands and spoke quietly to her.
I felt her letting go of life even though she could still muster a sweet expression and the wag of a worn out tail. She had been off her favorite canned chow for a couple of days, turning her head away when it was offered. And she was having a hard time keeping water down even though she would drink and drink. The morning her backend gave way was a sure sign the road ahead would become more painful and exhausting for her. The last of the strength in her old hips was gone.
I had Beej 14 years. She was a native New Yorker I found as
a puppy. I was at a cattle auction in Upstate New York and had seen all the
Anyway, there was a kid in the parking lot giving away too-early-to-be weaned puppies. Beej was the only shorthair and was shivering like a leaf on the sunny, but having snowed, day. She stayed in my lap while I sat in the back of the kid's truck and until I was beckoned to get in the truck to go home. With a load of cattle on, I had to hold Beej out the window as she got carsick because it was too treacherous to stop on the snowy road. The poor pup...getting sick while being dangled out of a truck doing 50 mph.
We made it back to our friend's place where we had another overnight to stay. Beej made it quite clear, very quickly, she wasn't going to spend the night on the floor. My husband at the time was less than thrilled. But I had scrubbed the pup clean of fleas and dirt and once snuggled under the covers she fell fast asleep.
It took our farm dog, Stubby, a couple of days to accept Beej. However, she was very precocious and determined as she pestered the old dog into loving her.
Over the next few years, Beej spent many hours riding many miles on the front seat of draft horse drawn wagons. We farmed with Percheron draft horses and had teams to work or exercise daily. As soon as my husband or I headed for the barn, Beej would run and climb into the wagon and wait as the horses were harnessed and hitched to the wagon.
In later years, and never a fan of the cold, Beej thrived in
On Oct. 29, plans were made to euthanize Beej. Due to
circumstances the deed was delayed and my goodbye to her dragged on with
another day to come and go until my vet was available to come to the house. But
by noon I had come undone. I decided to take Beej to a different clinic where
another favorite veterinarian works. Near hysterical meltdown with grief, my
Beej was a wonderful dog whom I was honored to take care of. Rest in peace old woman. I will love you forever.
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