We had Abby for four wonderful years. We found her in the middle of a mountain highway, a shivering, scared little puppy someone with no heart had thrown away. She was a golden lab, emaciated and covered with fleas and body sores. We took her to our vet, who kept her for several days. He had to get her hydrated and rid her body of the fleas and their their awful damage.
But it wasn't long until she became a loving part of our family. She was very loyal, going everywhere with me around our place. She slept in my basement hobby room, where she had one of those big, fluffy dog beds placed so she could see me when I was working in there. No matter what Abby was doing, if she knew I was in the hobby room, she came to keep me company. She grew into a beautiful dog.
Our house sits up on a hill, above a sideroad which is sometimes used as a throughway if work is being done on the main highway. Abby seldom went off the hill, but now and then she liked to play in the field below that sideroad with a little Jack Russel friend. One day, while crossing the road to go into the field, Abby was hit by a car. Of course, the driver did not stop, but we got her to our vet and he had to amputate Abby's right front leg. After that, she learned to run like the wind and totally ignored the fact that she only had three legs.
On July 4, 2004, I found Abby lying on her outside bed in our carport. She was dead. Just awhile before, she'd been walking around the yard and playing with a butterfly. She had died of a heart attack. Our vet said her big body and her wild and glorious running on three legs had caused her heart to become enlarged.
Grief-stricken, we buried Abby below the house in a grove of hickory trees and covered her grave with a huge stone. Sometimes, when I'm feeling especially down or discouraged, I'll go and sit on that stone and imagine I can see our Abby, running and chasing butterflies among the trees. She'll look back at me and wag her tail, as if to say, "Hey, cheer up. You know I still love you, and everything is going to be all right."
I miss Abby and think of her every day.
"Behind every great fortune lies a great crime."
Honore de Balzac
"Democrats work to help people who need help.
That other party, they work for people who don't need help.
That's all there is to it."
~Harry S. Truman