Today has been a humdinger. In many ways it feels like yesterday never ended.
I was up most of the night with stomach yuck. And then my dog got really, really, really sick. Again. It started months ago. It has gotten progressively worse. He’s 12.
The conversation has been going on, what to do about Stuie? When to say goodbye? When is it wise for his sake and ours? My fear has been that I was saying goodbye too soon, but today, the truth hit. Life was ending for Stuie.
My wonderful, wonderful hubby took him in for his last vet appointment.
When hubby and I met, we had his and her dogs. We had to say goodbye to Misty 3 1/2 years ago. Today, I hugged my friend and said goodbye.
Stuie and I have been together 12 years and two weeks. He was with me as I recovered from a rotten relationship, as the Multiple Sclerosis reduced me to a wheelchair and month long hospital stays, they let Stuie come to the hospital and he helped my body and mind heal. The doctor insisted on meeting him one day, saying, “I want to meet this miracle dog.”
Then he was there when I met this great guy that would become my hubby. He fit perfectly in what that guys black lab. He transitioned to being a dog with three kids. He was a good dog.
And today we said goodbye.
There was the night he ate Patrice’s potty…and then there was today…