Good evening, Christmas family.
I just thought I would stop by and say hello and I hope all had a wonderful Memorial Day. If not for our brave troops where would we be ??
I got some devastating news today. First of all, Wishbone had a very slight episode again today. Not nearly as bad as the first one. But still an episode. He kind of was wobbly like he was drunk a little and couldn't quite walk normal for a time.
I talked to a specialist today as I was thinking of trying to have a diagnostic MRI done even though it likely would not change the treatment. I figured at least I would know what is going on. The tech was so nice, super compassionate that I talked to. She said the symptoms suggest that it is likely a brain tumor.
I can't get the MRI -It is $2200 just for that. Plus the consult on top of it. It is not that he is not worth it - he is, I Just don't have it.
So it looks like my time left with my Wishbone is limited. Of course, it is not up to me. This is one of the only times in my life thinking of Christmas has failed to cheer me. I have held him several times today and hugged him tight and told him how much I love him.
Anyway, I am not sure how much I will be here for a few days not that it matters but I guess I just wanted to let you all know.
Well, it is time for me to start working. Have a good rest of Memorial Day, Christmas family. xo
So sorry, Caninemom. That's as rough as it comes. I pray for Wishbone's comfort, poor little guy.
I was out tonight a bit with the kids and with Sam, our 10-year old border collie and my nine year old, Emma, asked me if I thought Sam was going to die soon.
It came out of the blue. I've come to expect such questions from my kids because we've dealt so much with death and mortality these past two years. Still, I was a little surprised.
Though Sam is still very much puppy-like we've all noticed some subtle changes in him. He absolutely refuses, for example, to go out in the rain and if it is even slightly cold outside he resists. When he was little he couldn't wait to get outside, he was so bursting full of energy. Somewhere around here I have a picture of him blazing a trailing in about 16 inches of new fallen snow, all you could see was this tail wagging from side to side, throwing perfect Utah powder in all directions. Now if he so much as sees a flake he doesn't give it a second glance.
So while I tried to explain to Emma that Sam was getting older and aged differently than humans do she interrupted me to say that she will be sad to see him die but that she knew God would take him right away to heaven, no questions asked.
I asked her how she knew that and she explained that God put all kinds animals on the ark but just a few humans. To her, that meant God had few problems with animals and she was sure Sam would be waiting for us when we die.
From the mouths of babes....