I left work early yesterday, and I left angry. Our oldest dog is dying, and I spent the night before sleeping next to her on the sofa, awakened twice to carry her outside, down the stairs, and into a patch of blue juniper on the lawn in which she could stand and take a few halting steps. I’d change her diaper, wash her off, and help her back into the living room to collapse and shudder back to sleep. Both of us.
Thanks so much, Damian. Alma is still kicking, but she'll be gone any day now. I'm sure she'll enjoy the biscuits you speak of when she finally passes.
“Embraced by a waxing pessimism” I can certainly relate to. You are a beautiful pet owner. I like animals more than people. The deaths of my dog, Burroughs, and cat, Zelda took a piece of me. And we often suffer more when self-care wanes, as you mentioned. May the biscuits in canine paradise be the best.
Thanks so much, Damian. Alma is still kicking, but she'll be gone any day now. I'm sure she'll enjoy the biscuits you speak of when she finally passes.
“Embraced by a waxing pessimism” I can certainly relate to. You are a beautiful pet owner. I like animals more than people. The deaths of my dog, Burroughs, and cat, Zelda took a piece of me. And we often suffer more when self-care wanes, as you mentioned. May the biscuits in canine paradise be the best.
Oh, sweet Alma. So sorry you are all having to go through this, George. Sending tender thoughts to your whole 2-legged and 4-legged clan. Peace...
Thanks Val.