MacGyver left us on March 11, 2016 at age 17 years and 3 months to go over the Rainbow Bridge to join his best friend Baxter. We first saw MacGyver on the BREW website and fell in love his beautiful face. When we went to meet him, we also met Baxter. They had become a bonded pair and we took them both. Over the years they were best buds and did everything together up until Baxter left us on October 30, 2015.
MacGyver or “The Mac Man” as we affectionately called him was always a kind and gentle dog. We don’t know his history but believe that he was loved and cared for. He had perfect house manners. When we first got him he thought he was a lap dog and would always sit on my lap or next to me. If I wasn’t giving him the attention he was due, he would gently paw at me and let me know.
He loved to take walks and children always wanted to pet him. Mac would stand there patiently and let them. He got along with everyone. He loved to go for rides in the car and would just put the tip of his nose out the back window and enjoy the smells. He would scout the yard for squirrels and would bark at them as they ran across the fence until they got to the neighbor’s yard. He was guarding his territory and would patrol the yard perimeter whenever he went outside.
Mac wasn’t the typical beagle in that he was not obsessed with food. He would come to his dish, take a look at it, walk away then and come back and eat slowly. One food that really got him excited was roasted chicken. Whenever I would be cutting it up, he would start yelling at me to hurry.
In his younger years, Mac enjoyed digging holes under a bush and sleeping with his buddy Baxter. They would always be near each other; although in separate “fox holes”. They also liked to lay next to each other on the little deck that Hank put up for them behind the garage.
For most of his life Mac was in good health. He always had ear problems and loved to have them cleaned and rubbed. He would purr like a kitten when we did that.
When he was about 15 we noticed a change in him and upon confirmation from our vet realized that he was deaf. He adjusted to it after a while and we used hand signals and a flashlight to get his attention. Even after he couldn’t hear any more he would always know if I left the room. He could be sound asleep and I would leave the room and hear him following behind me. He didn’t bark at the mailman anymore unless he noticed Baxter doing it. Then he would join in but I missed the way he used to bark when he could hear.
Mac was never really the same after Baxter left us. He would still take a little walk with us or go for a ride in the car but it wasn’t the same for him. He didn’t have his friend to sleep next to at night.
The last week of his life he started to fail and wasn't eating much. The doc took and x-ray and said he had fluid in one of his lungs and that it was probably his heart. Sadly, we had to say good bye to him for his own good. He stayed with us as long as he could and we will never forget him. The only regret we have is that we didn't have him for the first five years of his life.
One night after he passed, I saw Mac and Baxter asleep in the grass. They wanted us to know that they were together again and not to worry about them or feel sad. We're doing our best to do that but our hearts are broken.