31 Aug Hubbell and Carrie
On Wednesday I walked into Hubbell’s house and found his owner, Carrie, dead. Carrie had a brain tumor that had been removed. She was on radiation and was making a recovery. On Monday when I went to drop off Hubbell, I knew something was wrong. After walking him for several years I’ve become accustomed to Carrie’s standard of care. I could always depend on Hubbell’s water bowl being filled, her punctual payments and the way she came out of her office to say Hi. But on Monday there was no sign of Carrie so I called out to her asking if she was ok. She responded but did not sound good. I asked her if she needed anything but she said no. I told her that I was there for her if she did. On Wed, I showed up again to take Hubbell (he is a M,W,F dog). Again, no sign of Carrie. When I returned, the landlord was outside and he asked me if I had seen her. I told him no and that I was getting worried. He was also worried as Carrie had not picked up her mail or watered her plants, which was very uncharacteristic of her. We decided that I should go to her room and check on her. Then I found her. I don’t know when she died but I know that Hubbell must have been alone for some time. He was starving when I fed him and I noticed lots diarrhea in her bedroom. Carrie had just celebrated her 40th birthday. Hubbell was her baby. My favourite memory of her is when I would drop Hubbell off and she would sit on his dog bed and talk to me while he brought us his stuffed toys. She was a beautiful woman and I’m going to miss her. As soon as word got out, there was a long list of people that already wanted to adopt Hubbell. He was re-homed to a wonderful family that lives on a farm. Carrie’s family did not want to see him or say goodbye as they said it would be too painful. I understood.