It’s been ten days since I held Seamus last, stroking his face and rubbing his ear, all the while telling him in as soothing a voice as I could muster without cracking, “Daddy’s here, everything is alright.”
Within a few minutes the sedative took hold and Seamus relaxed for the first time in weeks; not gasping for breath. He was calm and I hope knew the two people who loved him most were there with him while the vet administered the last injection that stopped his heart.
My wife and I had dreaded this moment for weeks. For the past couple of months, Seamus, who was now 13 ½ years old, was diagnosed with upper airway disease that included laryngeal paralysis.
Hearing the diagnosis my head swirled grasping for options, none of which were promising. I decided to get a second opinion and took him to Michigan State University Veterinarian Hospital on the MSU campus. The examination and evaluation came back the same. Further testing could be done, but no one was optimistic. His age was a concern that he might not have survived the anesthetic.
That was on December 13 and for the next 51 days, “She Who Must Be Obeyed” and I dotted on him, took him Up North for the last time and gave him our utmost attention and love. On February 2, we knew it was time to show him the most love we could muster.
It’s been ten days and today is the first time I could focus enough to write his obituary.
08/13/2005 – 02/02/2019
“A Brittany, hunting partner, companion ….our friend.”