My name is Marilu and I live in Kentucky. Blondie was a beagle-basset hound and she was was born in Augustof 1986 and she passed away in May of 2003. Blondie was such a good dog…she was my best friend.
When I lost my husband to cancer 14 years ago, Blondie was in the room with us with her head on the bed as my husband went to heaven. There were many tears after he passed away and every time I would cry, Blondie would come to me and put her head in my lap or put her paw on my leg as if to say…”You are not alone…I am here.”
Blondie eventually became deaf but we did okay with that and I know she could tell how much I loved her even though she couldn’t hear me tell her. We learned how to communicate through
our made up version of sign language.
Blondie loved cheese and my Dad would walk over and bring her some cheese. I moved in next door to my Mom and Dad in an apartment when my Dad became very ill with emphysema. He loved Blondie so much and Blondie loved him. Eventually, Dad wasn’t able to walk over any longer but I would take Blondie to see him and he would always say…go get some cheese so he could feed her a piece.
Blondie had arthritis in her back legs pretty bad and was on medication and at the last I learned that she had cataracts. One morning when I got up, Blondie couldn’t stand up to go outside. She would get up but would fall right back down. I took her to the vet and she said that she thought Blondie had a stroke. She gave her some medicine and said that sometimes they would pull out of it and
sometimes they wouldn’t.
Because of Blondie’s age, it didn’t look good but she said we could give it a try. I thought she was getting better and then she started getting worse. She could walk outside but my leg had to be touching her or she would fall down.
The vet said there just wasn’t anything they could do for her. She said that Blondie could go on like that for awhile and eventually she would probably die in her sleep. She did tell me that her quality of life was not good.
I took her home for a couple of more days and was sitting in my chair…I happened to look at Blondie and she was looking at me and I felt like she was saying “Please put me out of my misery.” By this time she was not eating or drinking and I knew it wouldn’t be long and she would be gone and I did not want her leaving this world suffering. I took her to the vet and stayed with her as she went to heaven.
As I held her and looked into her face…my heart breaking…a tear came down Blondie’s cheek. I know that Blondie is okay….you see, I lost my Dad in November of 2002 and I know that Blondie is
with my husband and my Dad in heaven.
The vet wrapped Blondie in her favorite blanket and I brought her home. My youngest son and Mom and I buried her in Mom and Dad’s backyard in the shade of a big tree. Sometimes I go there and talk to her. My son made her a wooden headstone and I take flowers and put out. I will always love Blondie and will always miss her.