The Long Goodbye

I woke up from dreams last night with tears in my eyes. Over and over.

I would wake up and remember – the look on her face as she couldn’t get up from under my desk. The fear. The confusion. The look in her eyes.

And that was the moment – the exact moment – that my heart broke under the weight of what is right and not what is easy.

At 14, she is old for a medium sized dog. She is especially old for a dog whose hips and shoulders were broken and she had a litter of puppies before she was a year old.

And for 13 years, she has been my shadow. She’s never far from me – sleeping next to me, following me from room to room. She is always where I am.

We have managed the renal failure for almost a year. We have managed the arthritis longer than that. Steroid injections now monthly, special food. Careful management of water. Cleaning up accidents in the house. We have done it, and while it hasn’t been easy, it has been worth it.

And still, I knew, this was the long good bye. Each month, each change of the season was a small victory, a little bit longer we had her, but old age will always win.

Yesterday I could hear her struggling, unable to organize her back legs enough to get them moving so that she could come out from under my desk and follow me down the stairs to the kitchen. I went and helped her up and got her started.

She fell down the stairs a bit later.

And each time the look on her face. She would follow me anywhere. But she can’t – not anymore. Old age always wins.

And I can manage the accidents and the shots and the food, but not the look of fear and confusion. Not the look of defeat because she wants to follow me and she just can’t. It would be easy to wait just a bit longer, until things are really bad, but not right. Not the duty of love that I owe her.

And so, on Saturday morning I will lift her into the car and I will take her to the vet for the last time. I will walk with her to the very end because she would never leave me.  I will stay right up until we have to be parted.

If you are very lucky in your life, you will get one dog that is yours – whole heartedly, unabashedly yours. and Maggie was mine. Always mine.

For that – for the love and the loyalty, the constant presence – I will wish that the goodbye could be just a bit longer and still do what is right and not what is easy.

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16 Responses to The Long Goodbye

  1. Betty M says:

    She sounds like a lovely dog. I’m sorry.

  2. Gloria says:

    🙁

  3. a says:

    I’m so sorry…

  4. Vicky says:

    Oh so sorry.

  5. HereWeGoAJen says:

    I’m so sorry. That’s not an easy thing. Much love to you and Mr. Spit and Maggie.

  6. Scientistmother says:

    Having done the right thing too many times I know that knowing it’s right doesn’t make it any more easy. I’m sorry for your loss.

  7. Mr. Spit says:

    Maggie has been an awesome friend, a constant companion, and a stalwart protector. To date, the best dog I’ve ever had the privilege of sharing a house with.

    She will leave a big hole when she leaves. A big hole.

  8. JM says:

    I am tearing up while reading your post. I find my heart heavy because i love my dog and he is aging and I already fear for the moment he leaves me. Hope you find the strenght to say good bye and be sure you are doing this for Maggie. Because we owe this to our faithful dogs. Sorry for your loss.

  9. Peg says:

    so very sorry. will be thinking of both of you in the morning.

  10. Peg says:

    so very sorry. will be thinking of both of you in the morning.

  11. Sheryl says:

    My heart hurts for you.

  12. Aunt Deb says:

    You have given Maggie the best thing you could of, your love. She has thrived with you and has had a happier life then I am sure she ever thought possible before she met you. This part is so very very hard, but it the last gift you can give her. It is never easy to say goodbye to our friends. You both have been such good friends to Maggie. Give her my love, and I am thinking of all of you.

  13. Kristin says:

    I’m so very sorry. Sending love and strength your way.

  14. Linds says:

    This post made me tear up. How lucky you two were to find each other and enjoy each other’s company all these years. Saying goodbye is hard. 🙁 Sending love.

  15. loribeth says:

    You did the right thing. 🙁 (Not that knowing it makes doing it any easier…) Sending much love. And (((((hugs))))).

  16. Dana says:

    I’m so sorry. There are just no words. Maggie was a wonderful friend. I had to do the same to one of my cats last July. It was incredibly hard. The night before, knowing what the morning would bring….it was awful. But I just knew…I knew I would be letting her down more by not doing it. I miss her, but I’ve never regretted it.

    Your post brought tears to my eyes.

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