One more list of photo albums
OK, y'all, I *really* thought it would be easier than it has been for me to write a daily travel blog/journal entry.... (note to self...
It’s not just about the lizard
Yesterday when I pulled out of the Wild Iris parking lot, turned onto University, and then stopped at the red light… I noticed this little guy. That always makes me sad. I feel like such a homewrecker. Like, somewhere, now, there’s a lizard family whose mommy or daddy won’t be coming home. Little lizard babies are going to grow up thinking they’ve been abandoned, or that one of their parents has been eaten by a cat. GREAT. Little lizard teenagers are going to be in lizard therapy, AND IT’S ALL MY FAULT. That, and the little guy is probably going to get blown off my car and will have a horrible flattening death at 40 mph. Fortunately he held on until the next light, and then scurried down under the hood. WHERE HE PROBABLY BURNED TO DEATH ON MY ENGINE. ::sob::
Wow. Over-emotional much?
Then I realized that it’s probably not the impending death of the lizard that was making me so sad.
You guys all know that Old Dog is, well, old. I mean, we got her a Backup Dog! FOUR YEARS AGO! But like a Monty Python skit, she keeps holding on. “I’m not dead yet,” she says, as her back legs refuse to get purchase on the floor and I have to lift her up so that she can go outside, where she doesn’t even make it to the grass before she poops, and then I have to remember to clean off the porch. “It’s just a flesh wound,” she says, as I hug her and feel that one side of her chest is so much larger than the other side that I feel like I’m hugging two dogs. She sleeps almost all the time… you know, except at night, when I’m trying to sleep, and then she scratches and whines and scratches. She’s covered with fatty deposits that I pray are really just fatty deposits and not the tumors I’m pretty sure they are. She’s deaf as a post. Sleeps through the daily thunderstorms. Doesn’t want the cats to snuggle her any more, in spite of this just being a couple of weeks ago. Her face is so gray, compared to when she was young. She still eats like a horse, though. Maybe that’s because I hide her pain pill at the bottom of her food bowl, so she’s got to eat the whole thing to get to it.
She’s tired. She doesn’t move around much, and naps or even deep sleeps almost the entire day. I think she’s trying to tell me that she wants to go run in the fields with Heidi, for whom she was “Backup Dog”. Oh, Bridgie. I’m glad we could get you another kitten; you loved Brindle so much when she was tiny (and you still do). I’m glad you love your sister. I don’t want you to go. I want you to be young and healthy forever. But I also love you beyond reason, and don’t want you to be in pain. That is the burden we shoulder when we agree to be responsible pet owners. That we will take care of them, all the time. We will do what needs to be done. So I’ll make that call, if that’s what I have to do. I broke down (got brave enough?) to call the new vet today. She can’t come until Tuesday the 14th. Maybe she’ll tell me I’m crazy and paranoid and all Bridgett needs is a stronger arthritis medicine. Or maybe she’ll look at me and tell me I should have called her sooner. Hopefully she will tell me I’m calling her at the right time, and that it’s OK to make this decision for my sweet, loyal, doofy dog.
This week sucks.
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Such a wonderful time! Thanks for sharing!
just WOW! too much! I'll dedicate a weekend to Ire when you get back. Have fun!
OH MY GOD I wonder if it's too late in life for a career change?! That would be so fun!
Brilliant! I'd watch the hell out of a PBS show of you just traveling and rambling, just sayin'.
I'm sure Molly is thrilled at all the people touching her boobs. Goodness... Those parks are so lovely. And that…
no words, just sorrow. Sorrow for you and Bridgie and the realization that my time is soon to come.
Hugs and love..bunches and bunches for both of you.
Aw sweetie. I hate that you’re in this place. It sucks. And yet we just dive right back in because life without animals doesn’t seem right somehow.
I hope you get an answer that brings you peace. xo
Going through the early stages with my own cats = empathize and sympathize … Luckily my own vet does house calls now, so that last visit will hopefully be slightly less traumatic. (*wishes for it to be years in future*)
Chick. I’m sorry. Heartbreaking and it fucking sucks. Not much comfort now, but all that love. You’ll remember it.
I went through that “is it the right time” with Kush-ka. It’s a heartbreaking decision no matter what. Just try to take comfort in remembering your actions are taken because of love.
All the hugs.
Aww, sweetie. Just crazy hard. You’re a good mom. Doing the very best you can.
Now, about this lizard. WTF? Do you live in some sort of alternate universe wildlife preserve? You have the weirdest creatures just wandering around and camping out on your car at the supermarket?
It’s a Florida thing. I’ve been driving down the road many times only to find a lizard pop out and appear on my windshield too. I try whenever possible to pull over and shoo it off, but usually, it either flies off due to wind, or winds up in the engine. It’s really sad actually. 🙁
Thanks, everybody. I will keep y’all posted with what the vet tells me on Tuesday. XOXO
Such a hard thing. My love and support go out to you. You have given her the best possible life. <3 <3 <3
Love you, love you, love you.
Know exactly what you’re going through, you know that. Am frantically trying to find your phone number but think you’ll have to email it to me (curses the new computer!). Why can’t I just save all numbers to my cell??? :/
There is nothing comforting I can say, we all know that: they’re our heart children and letting them go at the right time is an impossible decision to make and the most excruciating. Do we do it and then be grief stricken at the thought we might have had one more day, just one more day or let them go before any more suffering occurs, knowing that we’ve done what we’ve always done, put their needs before ours.
We’ve given them all of our love and beautiful lives and they deserve to go off into the fields full of flowers where they can be puppies again and bounce about without any stiff bones, cataracts and, “Mommy, I’m so, so tired.”
You’re in my thoughts heart sister, am off to search for your number.