I've had the joy and the priviledge to share this wondrous, yet painful path with my best friend. She began her journey healthy as a horse and in later years became arthritic, anxious and started the painful path of dementia. There is nothing more painful than looking within the familiar eyes of recognition and finding a hopelessly lost gaze struggling to recall any hint of memory as they return your stare.
Last night was enough to crush my heart. I watched my best friend wander from room to room, a perpetual lost look in her eyes and screaming in pain if her body was touched in certain places. When I tried to comfort her, the sound of my voice fell upon deaf ears and my familiar gaze lost upon failing eyesight. As she paced and paced, I knew her quality of life was as diminshed as her memory.
The next morning, I called the doctor and made arrangements. I helped her into the car one last time and the doctor came in with the injection. As my friend laid down on the examining table, I held her head and kissed her on the side of her face. I told her how beautiful and loving she was and that I would always love her. For a rare moment, her big brown eyes looked at me with recognition and understanding and then as I held her, the light that was so brilliant in her eyes, slowly faded into darkness.
Today, February 22, 2010, I put down my beloved beagle, "Baby." I had her from the time she was 8 weeks old to the ripe age of 13 years and 9 months. If I could wish for one thing in her honor, it would be that people would donate food and supplies to your local Humane Society shelters.
Rest in Peace, Baby Simpson
May 1, 1996 - February 22, 2010