A Loyal Friend

Well, It's not easy to say good-bye, no matter who it is. Lately, there seems to be lots of people calling to report a death of a loved one...one right on top of the other. three, in fact, in less than two weeks. And, whether expected or not, it's always so hard to hear it, take it in and honor that life that was.

Now, while I do not mean any disrespect to the wonderful people that I have known that have passed recently, just last week, we lost our dog.

It may seem silly to some. I knew he was going to die soon and I thought I was ready for that time. But, truth be told, when the moment came, I really wasn't ready for him to not be a part of our lives anymore.

Morrissey was just the runt of the litter, really. They called him Slinky and he couldn't even get up on all fours when I first met him. Nobody wanted him, except his brother, Gordy, who was the dog Rolph and I had selected from the litter of Belle -- a wonderful border collie who had mated with a black lab. When it came time to get Gordy, Morrissey was the only one left behind, and, clearly, no one was coming for him. So, Rolph and I packed him up with Gordy and took them home.

They were, by far, the best of friends ever. They were a two-headed dog. They sat next to each other and looked like one big body with two heads. They curled up together to sleep. They would never be parted from each other. We took them everywhere with us. You really had to see it to believe it.

One funny story we always share...Gordy was notorious for hanging out of the car window way too far. One day, on Barton Springs Road, by the Old Palmer Auditorium, he just fell right out the window. Well, Morrissey just leaped out the window after his brother and there they sat on the sidewalk, unharmed, more concerned for each other than for their hysterical owner.

So, when Gordy passed away, it's safe to say that Morrissey was devasted. He was never the same after that and, if you know the muscian, you know, the name suited him. He was miserable. He would not get up or eat or even appear the least bit excited to see you. I thought I would lose him then and we found him a friend at the Town Lake Animal Shelter.

Tootsie (more on her later) kept our friend alive for a few years for us.

And, while we joked that he'd become grumpy and incontinent, we kept hoping we'd spare him the needle. I used to sit with him and just say to his face, Please, go quietly into the night my friend.

Last Wednesday night, he seemed chipper, as chipper as Morrissey could be. So, I took him, Tootsie and my daughter for a little walk. He was too old to go too far, even though he would really try. At one point, he kind of barked at me, which was really unusual and I stopped and asked him why he was so grumpy with me since I was taking him to the golf course. He headed on, ignoring me the way he always did. We had a great walk, all of us, and Morrissey seemed really, well, happy, as best he could show it.

The next morning, I couldn't get up to go to the gym. I have been working out as much as I can since I'm not running. I just decided to stay and hit the alarm. Once my son was ready for school, I decided to feed the dogs, a chore normally reserved for my daughter.

Tootsie was her perky, alert and hungry self. But there was no sign of Morrissey. I called him and called him. I realized he must not be able to hear me as he'd gone selectively deaf recently. So, I looked over to where he normally curled up to sleep, between the two air conditioners and saw his legs. To me, he looked like he was breathing, so I hit the AC unit a bit to wake him. Nothing. I went back in the garage and grab my husband's sandals and headed back out. Once I stepped off the stoop, I saw that he wasn't breathing at all. He wasn't curled up, but just stretched out and stiff.

It was a terribly sad day. I thought I was ready, but I wasn't. I cried all day long. He was with us for nearly 16 years....so many memories. We joked about his disposition, but he was a very loyal dog. And, he did what I asked of him...he went quietly into the night.