It was Christmas Eve. I’m Jewish but Ray isn’t so I gave him a special dinner, you know, out of respect.
It was a Chicken thigh and gravy with some kibble. He gobbled it up.
He and I sat around shooting the shit and watching TV.
I woke up at around 2 a.m. and Ray wasn’t in my bed. He’s always under the covers with me with his hot belly against my leg.
I got up and looked around the house.
No use calling him, he’s deaf as a post.
I looked in all his usual spots. I even went out on the terrace. As most of you know I leave the door open for him in any weather.
He wasn’t there but right outside the door. he had gone to the bathroom. This was a little strange because he always goes in the far corner.
Then I found him sleeping on the floor with his back against the couch. Whew!
I figured he might be cold so I got my coat, covered him and went back to bed.
In the morning my sister Marcia called as she always does.
“Funny” i told her “Ray must be still sleeping”
While we talked I walked in the living room and he was where I left him during the night.
I reached down to wake him up and he was ice cold.
“Marcia,” I whispered. ” I think he’s dead.”
“Are you sure? Is he breathing?”
“I don’t think so”
We both started crying.
“What do I do now?”
“Call your Super”
“I can’t do that. It’s Christmas”
“I’ll take him to the Animal Medical Center”
I got dressed, picked my little boy up, wrapped him in a blanket, he was cold and stiff. I put him in his carriage and walked the 6 or 8 blocks to the AMC.
When I went in the door the receptionist asked if it was an emergency.
I had to think for awhile before I said no.
On my was home wheeling the empty carriage I came upon a woman who lives in a box on my street.
I’ve always talked to her. She isn’t very old, maybe in her thirties but she’s very cheerful in spite of her situation.
“Where’s your pup?”
I told her. She put her arms around me and we both started to cry.
I got home and looked outside my terrace door and saw where even while he was dying he did his best not to make a mess in the house.
He was a good boy.
My friends and family all reached out to give me comfort. I guess that’s to be expected.
But the thoughtful messages and kind words from people that I’ve never actually met but feel that I know and know me made me so happy.
I got such warmth from these people. At first I was surprised but then I thought.
I care about them too. I mourn their losses and celebrate their successes.
Who thought at almost 74 I’d be making so many new friends.,
All I can say in answer to the lovely messages is,
Thank you from the bottom of my heart.