You guys all know I have three dogs and a cat. I had four but old Mr.Wiggles had to be put down. He was nearing seventeen and in a lot of pain. Kind of like me tired and in pain.
While it broke my heart to have to do it, I finally acted like an adult and had my sweet boy put down. That was almost three weeks ago. I haven’t written about it until now, because to be quite honest it still brings tears to my eyes.
You see that pup wasn’t just the family dog, he was my deceased husbands dog. I know it’s silly but in my head he was a tie to my dearly departed. Having to put him down was hard on me as well as my boys. We all took it hard but my eldest seemed to really be overwhelmed with grief. I think if the truth be known he was grieving his step dad Bob.
Sometimes adulting is just plain hard. My boys were willing to do whatever and pay whatever to keep that old boy going. I was going along to get along, I was letting them make a decision that really wasn’t up to them. I finally got the courage up to do the deed. In the past Bob handled such matters, it was nice not having to deal with those things. The last day before putting Mr. Wiggles down I thought, what would Bob do?
Then it came to me like a flash of light. I thought to myself, there’s no way in hell he would allow for this boy to go through this. I called the boys and told them I was putting Wiggles down, I followed that statement up with if Bob was alive he wouldn’t go for this dragging things out nonsense. He would have loaded the old boy up and handled it with no questions asked. He was that kind of man and now it was my turn to be that kind of woman.
End result was Wiggles drifted away peacefully with me and my boys there. Knowing he was loved like family. I truly hope when it’s my time I go as peacefully as he did.
Now I’m left with the three amigos and the cat. All of you know how near and dear I hold my furry children, but damn it can a girl get a break every now and again?
This morning was crazy in my house. I had a rough night filled with nerve pain and spasticity, leaving old Al cranky and very tired.
My hubby tended all of them, letting me sleep in. I wound up having to take pain meds as well as MMJ last night. That was no bueno, I hate taking that much medication, but sometimes shit (MS) just gets stupid.
I woke to dingy Daisy (I only call her that when I’m not happy with her), barking like it was mid day – it wasn’t – and Vivi kneading my shoulder.
Did this make for a happy Al? NOPE!
I do have to say Hamm and Sampson had been perfect gentlemen.
They’re all fantastic animals, all doing a specific job. Hamm and Sampson are the protectors. Daisy is my service dog fetching my phone and worrying over me like a nursemaid. The cat? Well she’s a cat and will NOT conform. She always has a look on her face like she’s running the show but letting me think I do. To be honest I think they all run things and have Lance and I beautifully trained.
On that note I’m going to get my happy arse out of bed and try and get on with the gettin’ on. My hubby is in the kitchen being the Sunday DJ, Playing this little dittty. He totally knows how to get me up. Happy Sunday folks. Blessings from my family to yours.