Higgins

I don’t exactly know how old Higgs was when I rescued him 4 years ago; he was a hot mess when I took him home from the shelter. Under all that long, dirty Yorkie hair that we shaved off was a sweet little man who brought happiness and sunshine into my life. He was an inveterate treat hound, almost taking off your fingers in order to get that goodie! He was a long marcher, going for mile long and longer walks without getting tired. And he was my companion during a very difficult part of my life, who brought me comfort and companionship when they were in short supply.

He obviously had been loved by someone else, as he had the scars of old hip surgery, not an inexpensive or easy procedure. Someone valued him enough to fix him and love him. I have a feeling his first love had passed from this life, and I like to think that they were there to greet him when he crossed the bridge.

Over the last year or so, he had been failing, going deaf, then almost blind, and losing his balance. I carried him up and down the stairs, and home when he couldn’t make it that far on his walks. It became apparent that the time was drawing near for that final mercy that we are able to give our beloved charges when old age and illness catches up.

I’m very grateful to Dr Knoll for coming to our home and helping Higgy to cross the Rainbow Bridge. She was so compassionate and comforting; Higgs (and I!) took to her right away. He got to eat little bites of steak (treat hound to the end!) as she sent him over the Bridge. I think this was the very best honor I could give him, and I’m glad we could do it at home where he was comfortable and unafraid.

I miss him terribly, and will always remember him and hold him in my heart. I was blessed to have him in my life, even for such a short time. I look forward to seeing him and playing with him again someday.

Love you, Higgs,

xo, Mom

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