4 summers ago, when Abalard was small 8 month old puppy, we moved into a townhouse in north portland. The I spent what felt like more time at the hospital then out of it. The Collin quit his 9-5 job and became a consultant to spend more time at home with me and the puppy. Summer faded into fall, we found a small chocolate and cream puppy who upon meeting our gregarious young pup licked him on the nose. We waited for almost 2 hours while a women decided if she wanted to take that small affectionate pup. When the breeder could no longer wait she let us take our sweet 2nd puppy home. We named the shy and affectionate dachshund Macintosh.
My health got worse before it got better. Thru thick and thin this small puppy comforted me. When I shattered my arm macintosh protected her it from his from Abalard’s roughhousing. Every night he fall asleep with his head on my knee or shoulder. He would snore sweet puppy snores as I drifted off to sleep. For 4 short years this tiny 9 pound dachshund followed us about the house, showered us with puppy kisses and loved them more then anything else.
A few months ago he rapidly lost weight and had blood in his stool. I took him to the vet and we began the long and tedious treatment for food allergies or acid reflux. He gained a little of the weight back but suddenly dropped it again. Then 3 weeks ago I rushed him to the hospital in the middle of the night after he collapsed while eating his dinner. He stopped breathing and I thought I was going to lose him. I gave him CPR and got him breathing again. The Pup spent 4 days in the ICU. On a warm summer saturday we brought him home. He laid in our laps gave us kisses and even barked at the mailman. he ate his food and was so sweet about being held up so it could make it to his stomach. It was just 2 short days before he would be at the vets yet again. The Internist suggested a feeding tube to help with his dilated esophagus. The surgery was set and that sweet tough boy pulled thru. We brought him home on thursday after his lung had collapsed from favoring laying on the side opposite his feeding tube. Hoping that being at home would perk him up and stop him from favoring that side.
That was not the case. A few hours later that sunny summer evening, after seeing his brother Abalard and being carried up and down our block he gave me a soft puppy kiss on my cheek and left this world in the arms of the people who loved him. We would find out a rare digestive condition and cancer would take him from us. Collin, Abalard and I miss him so much. Every morning I am sad to wake when my alarm goes off instead of being attacked with puppy kisses at dawn. Abalard wanders the house sniffing and looking. He’s even given up sitting in my lap. We are lucky we got a lot more time with Macintosh then most dogs with his health problems. I was lucky enough to spend all but 11 days of the 4 years together. As fall rolls around this year I can’t help but want to go back in time, re-live the summer, the last year, anything to spend more time with him. I’ll remember this sweetest dog forever and I’ll carry his paw print on my ankle at some point so he can be close to me for the rest of my days. I miss you sweet Macintosh so much.