Mt. Pleasant Classical Academy

Twenty-two years ago on the day before Thanksgiving I sat in my office when the phone rang.   DH exclaimed, come home quick, something is wrong with Benson.   It was usually a 30 minute drive home but I made it there in twenty.   Benson had collapsed in the basement and was non-responsive.   Pat and I moved him onto a bed sheet and carried our 150# Great Dane up the stairs and placed him into the covered bed of the pick-up truck.   We drove off to Tufts Vet Hospital 20 minutes away, and once at their doors I ran to the truck-bed.   Benson took his last breath as I petted and talked to him.  He was my first child and barely 3 yrs old.   We aren’t sure what took him from us so quickly, whether it was bloat or something else but he was sorely missed and still is.  All our dogs are measured next to Benson.  And a Thanksgiving doesn’t go by when I don’t think of him or to the Thanksgiving Holiday I laid on the sofa, recovering from my first miscarriage.  Yes, today is a hard day for me.