Seymour

Got an email Monday morning that I was not expecting that just broke my heart.  Seymour's Mom, Glenna, emailed to let me know that she had helped him over the Rainbow Bridge on Saturday.  He was diagnosed with bone cancer three weeks ago and he let her know that Saturday was his day to say goodbye.  

Seymour came to stay with us quite a few times last year and he was always a joy to have.  He really, really, liked food and he would run to the office and eat all his food and then he would race back to the living room to see if there might be some scraps of raw left over when Sidney was finished.  He fit in here wonderfully and was never a worry or concern.  He had quite the thunder phobia and would hide in our walk in closet and shake when a storm blew in, but would recover quickly to his old happy self when it was all over.  

When I was in high school I worked at the local vet clinic for an old Irish Vet named Dr. McCauley.  Every now and then we would have a dog come into the clinic that struck Dr. McCauley's fancy and he would lean in and give it a good scratch behind the ears and say "You're one of the great old dogs, aren't you".  Seymour was one of the Great Old Dogs.  

God speed my friend and we will see you on the other side.