Reggie spend the weekend with us, too. I'm not sure but I think he may have found some turkey. Mother spent hours sitting on the floor with him trying to get him to eat. I offered to show Reggie how good the food tasted and how easily it could be eaten, but mother did not seem to want my help.
I don't know what it is about Reggie that mother likes so much. He's a slow walker and he never wants to play. He was good for all the pills and drops she gave him, and didn't complain with all the trips back and forth to the clinic. The only thing Reggie didn't like was to be confined. Mother even made him a special covering so that none of the yellow marking liquid would leak out overnight, and Reggie was allowed free roam of the whole house; that's a privilege that Bea and I can only dream about.
Over the weekend, Reggie only wanted to sleep. He wagged his tail less and less and refused everything mother offered him to eat. I don't know what was harder to watch, mother's look of disappointment and worry, or all that delicious food going to waste.
This morning Reggie was not any better. Mother knew it was time for Reggie to go to sleep forever but still petted him in the same sweet way she had all week. After a conversation with Reggie's mom we all said good-bye to the sweet little gray old man. I watched as the water filled mother's eyes while she listened for the last of Reggie's heartbeats. “I really wanted you to get to see your mom again”, I heard mother whisper to Reggie as his body relaxed, “so you wait at the Rainbow bridge for her, ok?”.
I don't know what it was about that little man that mother liked so much. I guess I'm glad that I'm half Shih-tzu, because if mother even likes me half as much I'll be set for life! Too bad for Bea.
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