Friday, November 20, 2009
A couple of days ago, we had to say goodbye to our sweet Abigail. She was a young foxhound that came into our family at just the right time and touched our hearts forever.
Abigail loved each of us so very much but in very different ways. At four o'clock every day, she sat right at our picture window waiting and watching for Peter to come home from work. And every day she did a happy dance when she saw him. He was the one she woke up every night to take her out and she woke him up every morning at 5:30 - even on the weekends. She loved being with him when he was working out in the yard. Whenever our son, Geoff, sat or lay down on the floor, she was right on him. Literally, she would plant her butt on his back or lap so that he wouldn't be able to get up, trying to give him kisses. And whenever he left his bedroom, she would sneak in to try to get up on his bed. Sometimes she would be my shadow, following me around the house and hanging out with me, keeping a close eye. But Lacey was her true love. They had a special bond. Abigail loved Lacey so much - she would snuggle with her and she was extremely protective of her. Whenever I tried to hug Lacey, Abby would squeeze between us. If I walked into Lace's room to wake her, Abby would race to her side to get to her before me.
But, Abby developed epilepsy this year. At first the seizures were occasional. Then they became more frequent, and in September we put her on medication. The seizures continued and another medication was added. The seizures persisted and became more intense. A couple of weeks ago, we even rushed her to an animal hospital in our state where she stayed for a couple of days. We were so hopeful that an increase in the meds would be what she needed. Sadly, though, the meds were ineffective and she continued to have intense seizures, just hours apart.
We know that Abby was too good and sweet to have to live this kind of painful life. She was changing.....I could see it in her eyes. She was there, but not really. We were afraid of leaving her alone; afraid of what we may come home to.
On Wednesday, Abby went to sleep peacefully. With Peter and myself holding her and loving her. We are so grateful that she was a member of our family. Our hearts are broken, but we know that we are all better for having her love. I know that, in time, healing will come to all of us.