Now I am faced with having to lose Miggie. I don't think I can do it. I can't go through another Pal. About six months ago the vet diagnosed her as having liver disease and said they really couldn't do anything to help. But Miggie has struggled to stay with us, Sharon and I. She was Sharon's dog. She misses Sharon. How do I know? Because as soon as I sit down in the recliner and lean back she is on my chest snuggling and rubbing her nose on my shoulder and neck.
Of late it is clear that she can't hear, can't see, and struggles to stay on her feet. She has no depth perception and misses the steps, going thump on the floor. I expect her to not get up but she jumps right up as though that was her normal way of getting down. I'm afraid she no longer knows her way out the doggie door to go outside. I find her pacing in circles, out to the kitchen, and back to the living room, up on a chair, down from a chair.
I could recount all the times of joy with Miggie. She is 17 years old. Went everywhere with us. As a puppy she did not like a leash. I remember her telling us this by rolling over and over and over. Sad, but left us laughing. And she brought five babies into the world and was such a good mother. But I can still remember the look on her face when all five of them, all a little too old, showed up for mom food at once.
I have that same look on my face as I contemplate calling the vet. They will come to the house. She will be buried up in the woods with Sharon. And I will cry. I will miss them both all over again.