Sweet Maezy Grace

Not sure if you noticed, but there wasn’t a Sand Bucket last week, No Leigh, there wasn’t a Crab Trap either. It’s been a difficult couple of weeks; I can’t tell if it’s getting any better either.

She spoiled us rotten, so we returned the favor time and time again. She was rewarded with 4 treats every night after her dinner. Dinner was almost always ready as soon as she got home from the beach. The beach trip was in the morning and again in the evening. You could set your watch with her clock. She knew exactly what time we needed to leave. She loved to visit her friend Gary in the afternoon. He’s the guy who sets up every day on the beach at the end of our subdivision; he sells handmade jewelry out of his van. Maezy would jump off the golf cart and go over to Gary for a big hug and some much deserved lovin’. After dinner, Maezy would get her homemade ice cream snack (yogurt, peanut butter & banana frozen in a cupcake liner). She knew that wasn’t all, so she would go to the pantry and wait for her bacon treat, then her chicken jerky. We would play the game with the jerky. First, she had to sit and shake hands, then I would break up the jerky in pieces and throw a piece to each of her beds on either side of the TV credenza. That’s not all … Later on, she would come around to PawPaw asking for her Buddy treat, a little dog biscuit in the shape of a gingerbread man. And yes, she maintained her girlish figure, even though our son-in-law nicknamed her Fluffy!

Oh my goodness, where do I start?

Maezy began having trouble, seemed like she panted always. The vet prescribed an antibiotic and a steroid and for two weeks, we administered those. By the time her follow-up visit came around, she had developed a sort of growth in her right nostril which really inhibited her breathing. Upon first sight, Dr. Matak gasped and said the dreaded word no one ever wants to hear. The vet did a biopsy and for the first time in her life, she had to spend the night away from us. Overnight, they managed to get the bleeding to stop, and we got to pick her up the next morning. I don’t know who was more excited to see who??
We tried to do all the normal things we always do, but it was obvious how uncomfortable she was. We were unknowingly blissful and happy to be together. Then, we got the results back and we knew in our hearts, it wasn’t good. A very severe and rapid cancer had spread, and no surgery would ever rid her of this dreadful disease.

On Thursday, October 2nd, we took her to see Dr. Matak and planned for Maezy to be put to sleep. Dr. Matak laid a quilt down on the floor in the room and fed her snacks and gave her a sedative and we waited and petted her and loved on her for the last time.

I wanted to share this with you all, but it hurts me as I write this, I know many of you can relate. Maezy is in a better place, but she’ll be in our hearts forever. It sure is lonely around here without her.

Georgia

Georgia's Sand Bucket is only one beach bum's journal of life at the beach, probably something each of you can relate to. Please feel free to email me with your thoughts, visions and/or feelings of just exactly what the beach means to you. Email: rubyreddog4030@yahoo.com

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