Saying Goodbye To Puck

A sad good morning,

Yesterday afternoon around 4:00, one of Missy Linda's beloved Shelties died. Puck had been sick for a little while, but he did not seem that sick until that morning. Missy Linda was gone to start cleaning out her mother's things from the house where her mother had lived. Although her mother had died in October, it was unnecessary to move her things hurriedly because Missy Linda's brother and sister-in-law own the house. That was already reason to have a sobering day.

Things were getting done at the house when, in early afternoon, Tio Kane called Missy Linda to ask her to come home because Puck was not doing well at all. Missy Linda rushed home, which took about an hour. Puck may have been semi-comatose by then. Tio Kane was holding his head because he had been gagging or trying to vomit. Missy Linda lay on the floor beside Puck, petting him and talking to him. He seemed to relax, and Missy Linda could tell it would be only a short time longer. She really did not want him to suffer. Tio Kane was very upset because he did not want Puck to suffer or to be afraid either.

When Puck was gone, Missy Linda wrapped him in the blanket from her bed, and then she did something that I don't quite understand. Since the deep freezer was nearly empty, she moved the food to the freezer in the refrigerator, and she put Puck in the deep freezer in the garage. I was wondering if that was supposed to be Puck's heaven. Every time anyone opened the fridge, Puck was standing there waiting for an ice cube. Sometimes he would run a little with it in his mouth or toss it in the air a few times, like he had to chase it down for food. Then he would always lie down with it and lick it until it got small before he would bite it-----like you humans seem to do with Tootsie Pops.

While this is all an enigma to me, I will keep my eyes and ears open to try to learn how you humans do things in this situation. I don't know if there will be a funeral for Puck or what, but if there is, I will keep you all advised, ok?

Thanks, Tio Kane.