My apologies to my readers for not being active the past few days. On Tuesday night, our little dog Jenny (11 year-old beagle) passed away after a difficult fight with an aggressive cancer. It wasn’t diagnosed until that day. After midnight Tuesday, Jenny fought for every single breath, and finally she gave out as I, wife Karen, and daughter Ashley held her in our arms. I have a hole in the pit of my stomach right now that makes it difficult to do very much.
On Wednesday afternoon, after about 4 hours of fitful sleep, Karen and I laid her to rest beside our home, where we can say hello to her each time we come and go. Jenny was my third dog – I had to put each of the first two to sleep, the first when I was about 17 and the second when I was about 28 or so. This one was especially difficult, since we of course couldn’t get her back to the vet that time of night in order to end her suffering.
Good night, Jenny. We loved you so much. One day I will walk through another door, yell out “Jenny!!” like I always did when I came home from work, and I will look for you to come running once more. Then we won’t have to say goodbye again.
Jenny Lynn Petruzzi (1996-2007)
Our faithful little buddy.