Yesterday afternoon I noticed that psychotic dog Ruby’s health had deteriorated.
We knew the time was coming but I figured as long as she came running for a pat whenever I arrived home, she was still ok.
Yesterday she remained in her bed, her breathing was shallow and there was no ‘happy’ left.
When Adoring Husband picked her up, her breathing became laboured, almost like her lungs were being crushed, so I made him put her down and she sat quietly in her bed.
I phoned the vet and she offered to come out to our house today to put Ruby to sleep, so I agreed to that.
Sadly, Ruby’s health deteriorated rapidly and she didn’t make it through the night.
Adoring Husband was inconsolable and I have to say that the first 4 hours of today were incredibly painful - mentally, emotionally, physically and spiritually. I went to work with a very heavy heart and my eyes were red and puffy. Every so often I would remember my happy little girl and my eyes would fill with tears, but I got through the day in one piece.
AH buried her in the back yard and we will have a plaque engraved to place beside her resting place.
The other two dogs have been a blessing. Their wagging tails and wiggling bums have eased the pain a little and right now, aside from a little arthritis, they are both healthy.
I slept poorly last night and I’m feeling exhausted after this very emotional day, so it’s sleep time for me.
Nite all.
I'm lazy and selfish and spend too much time on the internet. I love to be creative with photography and jewellery and sketching with pencil and pastels. I'm happier now than I have ever been and I love everything about my life ... where I live, my home, my fantastic grown up children, my lifestyle, my friends, my dogs and last but not least my wonderful adoring husband. Life is good!
Nice to see you!
Three major events occurred for me last year (2010), all in the space of about 2 weeks. I turned 50. The following day I got married. Two weeks later, my oldest daughter became pregnant with her first child and my first grandchild.
Most middle-aged people will tell you that in their minds, they still feel 20 something. It's the same for me.
Wasn't it only yesterday that I was planning a night out with guys from the surf club? That gorgeous new perm. Flaired, cuffed denims and the red t-shirt with the off-the-shoulder frill. Corked platform wedgies. **sigh**
Suddenly I'm looking in the mirror and wondering how 30 years can flash by so damned quickly!
So here I am in cyberspace, sharing my genuine shock and horror with anyone who'll listen and maybe I'll even meet some other over 50s who find themselves in the same predicament!
Welcome to my dilemna!!
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