I remember each time entering Mr. D’s room. Even before I
had a chance to ask how he was feeling he always said “Hi Blondie,” the name he
had given to Maggie.
Mr. D passed away last week. He was one of my regulars at
the VA hospital and definitely one of my favorites. You never heard a complaint
come out of Mr. D’s mouth. Always a smile on his face. His favorite
topic-baseball-and I never admitted I didn’t fully follow the game. He probably
knew but never let on. We danced around the topic. We enjoyed each other’s
company and conversation. But most importantly he enjoyed his time with Maggie.
I know Maggie enjoyed her time with him as well. When we turned the corner near
his room she used to pull on her leash eager to enter his room. This past time
she pulled on the leash and then stopped. The smells were different. She looked
up at me.
“I know,” I said “I miss him also,” I told her as I patted
her head.
Is it wrong of me to ask how he passed?
I was told Mr. D was transferred to the main hospital for a
procedure. He was left alone momentarily in search of a consent form. When they
returned … he had passed.
So like Mr. D. No complaints, and in his own terms.
Goodbye and a salute from Maggie and me.
You will be missed.