Saying Goodbye

Benz in the Truck Mirror

This is just an update for anyone who’s playing along at home.

Last week was tough.

All day Sunday and into Sunday night, Benz was sick. Waco cuddled with him on the bed and made him as comfortable as possible. Neither slept all night.

Monday morning he had a seizure. She took him to the vet’s and they were unable to do anything for him. He died a little before 9am.

Waco came home, empty collar and his toy in hand, and cried. We knew this day was coming, and that it might come soon, but her pain was intense. She called and asked me to come down that afternoon.

She had a doctor’s appointment of her own in the afternoon, so when I arrived the house was empty.  I walked in to the living room and found Benz’ collar and his booboo laid out neatly on the ottoman. That’s when I cried.

Monday evening was difficult, as expected. Tuesday was as well. She didn’t want to come home to the reminders in every corner, so we went out. We came home and continued our drinking. We talked. Cried a bit.

Over the weekend we stayed busy. Caught up on some chores. Waco did some crafting. Went to a Superbowl party. I came home Tuesday morning.

Last night was Waco’s first night coming home to an empty house. No sound of Benz’ collar jingling, no greeting her at the door. She likes to process alone so I didn’t talk to her about it. I’m sure she cried, but I’m sure she did fine.





I Could Use a Day

Couple Together in Bed Spooning

I could use a day
Of cold and wind and rain
Of skies grey and hidden sun
Buried under covers

I could use a day
Of touch and warmth and joy
Of legs entangled and hair amiss
Tickling my face

I could use a day
Of rest and books and peace
Of stretches long and sighs content
Benz burrowed deep

I could use that day



Benz the Wonder Dog

Benz is back from two stays at the doggie hospital. He’s Waco‘s long-term companion and my friend, romantic adversary and writing partner.

He had two bouts of serious illness over the last couple months. It was touch and go. After the first I intended to publish this update, but he was soon ailing again and had to go back.

Now he’s rolling around on the bed, climbing the stairs as well as his tiny body can and sleeping in my overnight bag.

Yorkshire Terrier Benz sleeping in my overnight bag

I guess he missed me too.

My Writing Partner

Waco's Dog Benz

Benz is sick.

Benz is Waco‘s dog. Over the last year I’ve grown to know him, love him. That’s him in the pic above.

We had our struggles. He didn’t like me giving attention to Waco. In his mind, she belonged to him. We negotiated a settlement: He (and Troy Aikman) get her when I’m in Knoxville and we “share” her when I’m in Chattanooga.

We learned to respect one another as worthy adversaries. Plus I give him treats, so there’s that.

On days I work in Chattanooga, Benz accompanies me to the deck. On chillier days he’ll lay in the sun, clad in his sweater.

Benz on the Deck in his Sweater

Warmer days. he’s content to sit by me on the love seat.

Benz got sick this last week. He’s 13 years old and getting sick at his advanced age can be tough. He’s at the vet’s as I write this. It started out looking bleak, but it looks like he’ll pull through again.

That dog is made of iron.

I lost my dog several years ago and between a divorce, moving, business hadn’t gotten a new one yet. Benz fills a void in my life.

Waco loves Benz. Since her divorce and with her kids on their own, he has been her roommate, friend, confident and co-conspirator. They snuggle in bed and watch Dateline and Game of Thrones together.

Waco has children and friends, and Benz is much a part of her family.

I hate to think about Benz leaving us. It will be incredibly hard on her and her children and even on me.

Fortunately, this time, it looks like he will beat death once again.

I’m not a praying man, but if you are, you might want to shoot up a little petition. Benz and Waco would appreciate it.