A car service is a distinctly New York City outer borough
thing. Cheaper than a Yellow Cab, and
often cheaper than Uber, a car service is the cheapest and easiest way to get
somewhere the Metropolitan Transit Authority doesn’t go. In order to use a car service, you call
them. The dispatcher answers and assigns
a driver to pick you up.
About 15 years ago I got priced out of Manhattan and moved
to Brooklyn. Shortly thereafter my partner and I adopted Augie, a
beagle/Brittany mix whom we rescued from Animal Care and Control. We tried a series of daycare places, and
finally lucked out with Paws in Paradise on Fifth Avenue.
A car service is the easiest way to transport a medium-sized
dog who weighs too much to take on the subway in a crate. At our current car service we usually got one
of three drivers. One of them was
Sandy. He started driving us years ago,
and during Covid-19 nearly every weekday.
Sandy was of average height, barrel-chested, wire-rimmed glasses, shaggy
gray hair and a walrus mustache. He was
a few years older than me. Like me, Sandy
was divorced, an anti-racist Democrat and had lived in New York for a long
time.
Over the years, Sandy and I became close. Some mornings I’d
wait for his car, thinking of what I needed to tell him. Sandy always had a treat for Augie, and Augie
always had a tail wag for him. They actually
grew quite attached to each other. Sandy
and I talked about our families, our health and politics. We both had had all different kinds of jobs;
Sandy had originally studied to be a social worker, then went into the
restaurant business and wound up managing a parking garage on the west side of
in Manhattan. When we traveled, Sandy
would pick my partner and I up from the airport and know to drive us straight
to Paws in Paradise so we could pick up Augie.
After one long flight, Sandy picked us up with Burger King burgers
because he thought we’d be hungry. He
always gave Augie a special Christmas treat.
One year, Sandy even gave gifts to my partner and me.
In June 2021, Augie and Sandy both got diagnosed with
cancer. I worried about both of them. Sandy went through multiple hospitalizations
and endless tests. Augie became unable
to breath on his own anymore, and we had to put him down at the end of
October. When I had to tell Sandy, his
eyes were brimming with tears. “You see,
since we both got diagnosed at the same time, Augie was my cancer buddy. I needed him,” Sandy said. He couldn’t talk about Augie anymore, he got
too upset. Sandy Seeman died last
month. It feels so strange not to be
able to tell him things anymore, and that he won’t grow to love our new dog,
Buddy. I haven’t been able to find any
kind of memorial for Sandy. So I wanted to write one of my own. We miss him.