Pat’s Friend Pooh

that very night and told me he had had a massive seizure and the IV’s and oxygen weren’t working and that we needed to make a decision. I knew what that meant and as hard as it was I felt POOH had tried so hard to stay around for me that I needed to do the hardest thing I have ever done. My husband and I asked that we get some alone time with POOH before anything happened and we wanted to hold him during the ordeal. We were met at the front door and taken to a private room to wait on POOH. When they brought him into the room and he saw us his eyes lit up and his tail began wagging and I thought for a brief moment, maybe just maybe he will be alright again. But within minutes he started gasping for breath. POOH looked up at me and his eyes were glassy and I knew he couldn’t hold on anymore, not even for me. I held him in my lap and doctor gave him a shot in his paw. Within seconds his little body was relaxed and still warm and soft. My husband was standing in front of POOH and watched his body relax and he looked ten years younger, all the pain and stress was gone. My POOH was well again. I had already handled all the arrangements just in case before we arrived because I knew if this did happen I wouldn’t be able to after he was gone. I will always be forever grateful for the patience and compassion Dr. Itkin and his staff gave us. We had POOH cremated and had all the intentions of having his ashes thrown out over the lake he loved so much, but I’m not ready to let go yet. I still have his collar and picture along with his remains. Each day I figure I will be able to let go because I know POOH is free from any pain BUT I still miss him like it was yesterday. It has been seven months now and I still miss my POOH. He brought such joy to our home and I’m sure he is watching over us telling me to get over it. I will—soon.