Meet Mr. Mac.
This dog was the love of my life. He came into my life not long before a surgery. He was a huge deaf Boxer pup with great energy and an awesome bucking bronco spin. He terrified me when I saw how he interacted with my other boxer Stella Luna until I realized how Boxers interact. What I thought was wholesale murder was merely play. Everything about having these dogs was pure energy and love.
Later I went through a separation, brain surgery, and divorce. During the separation, Stella passed away, gracefully as she lived. And she left me and Mac to fend for ourselves and make our own partnership. He no longer had his hearing dog, and I no longer had my sensitive girl. He and I cleaved to each other for dear life.
When you have a deaf dog, there is a very special, almost magical kind of relationship. It’s about eye contact and body language. It’s sticking together while doing chores, sleeping close enough to feel when the other moves. We needed each other so much. With so few to trust around us, we became best friends and in a way, soul mates.
Last year, Mac, totally expectedly, started slowing down. After all, he was 11 and not as crazy as he once was . Pain in his joints had us visiting the vet more frequently. Pills, shorter walks, more naps and resting.
And then there it was.
Blood in his urine. Cancer in his kidneys. Nothing to do but give him all the love I could until he was ready to go.
And now till my time comes he will watch over me, my white ghost. He has given me the gift of patience and a heart filled with compassion. I will be forever grateful to my 125 pound baby boy.
I still talk to him very day. I still dream of him. I send him dream messages and he sends them back And in my dreams he can hear me and he hears me tell him I love him over and over and over and over…..
love
mac and muggi 