Interlude--The End
Funny Farm Stories
Summer 2000
My mother phoned me today. “BeeGee died,” she said. He died in her lap. She didn’t know what he died from. He was only six years old. He was fine and then one day he wasn’t. He just faded away, lying there in her lap. And then he was gone.
He was the sweetest little boy. A smart, affectionate dog, her apricot toy poodle, whom, every time we fed bits of fish to from our dinner, would simply start barking. Barking at the air, it seemed, for there was nothing or no one around.
Fish phantoms, I called them. The elements in fish light up your brain. It’s like taking a smart pill. So I don’t know what BeeGee saw, ghosts, maybe, that we couldn’t, even after eating our fish dinner.
Little did I know when my mother sold her Florida villa early in 2000 and I drove her up north and left her and her little dog at the Atlantic City airport that rainy Sunday afternoon1, that was the last time I’d see BeeGee.
He was a sweet little dog and I miss him. Tears well and run down my cheeks. I am so sad. He was here and well and all of a sudden he was gone.
Now, as I view this from the distance of years, I still miss him. He was a sweet little boy, a love lost.
And, I didn’t much like being in Florida anymore, especially not all alone.
~Samantha
See my June 9, 2024 post, “Are You Doing This on Purpose?”
Dear Samatha I know how you feel losing a pet like BeeGee. It's like losing a human family member. When our cat had to be put to sleep, I had to take him to the vet . Corky came to us as a kitten. We had him from the time my daughters were seven and eight years old. He died the year after my youngest daughter got married at 23 years old. We all cried at his death and we miss him. He was a member of the family. I'm sorry to hear about BeeGee. Love Phyllis