Well, today started out promising. I bolted awake at 7:56 sure that something must be wrong with the baby. After all, it was nearly 8am and he hadn't woken up crying in his crib yet. Well, turns out he just slept through the night in his own bed for the first time. I guess I woke him up when I flew into the room to see what was wrong, but he snuzzled back to sleep with me till 9:30. The kids and I were both tired from the heat and playing with friends the day before.
That's where the day went bad and made me think this is a summer of bad luck. Ryan came in our room with an awful look on his face. "Kizzy's dead," he said.
Instantly my heart broke for him and the kids. They are very fond of the dog. I didn't like her (or dogs in general) much so the biggest emotion I am feeling now is guilt. She lost alot of weight lately and has been an extremely finicky eater. So much that we took her to the vet a few weeks ago where they ran some blood test, did a physical exam and pronounced her a dog with a behavior problem, advised us to be very strict about not allowing table scraps and gave some other suggestions for how to retrain her to eat.
Well, I knew she looked terrible, but they prepared us for that. Said she would eat when she got hungry enough. Made sense to me. I knew that when she did get ahold of table scraps she devoured them, so I really thought it was a behavior issue.
Well, we took her in to be cremated today for $80. They offered us an autopsy but we're tapped and it won't bring her back. From my observations I think she had a GI bleed last night, but wonder now if there was some cancer or who knows what.
It was horrible being home. Ryan didn't have time to take her kennel out of the house before he left and it smelled bad and the memories are everywhere. Unfortunately, we also had dropped off our minivan this am so had no wheels to get out of here. Fortunately, our neighbor was home and had no plans so we hung with her and her kids, which was good for getting our mind off things.
When our van was fixed we went to my mom's for the rest of the day.
The kids are great. This is really a learning experience for them, and perhaps a blessing in disguise. They were too little to understand when Grandpa Paul died, and eventually our remaining great-grandmas will die (well, eventually we all die, but y'know) and maybe talking about how the body dies but the spirit lives on now, will make it a little easier when it is a greater loss.
Anyway, I don't know how much longer I can remain an optimist. This has been a tough summer with the car problems, car accident and now this. Dealing with the insurance people has really shaken my faith that most people want to do the right thing most of the time. Anyways, this is just a jumble of my thoughts and I am hot and tired so I will wind this up and go to bed.
That's where the day went bad and made me think this is a summer of bad luck. Ryan came in our room with an awful look on his face. "Kizzy's dead," he said.
Instantly my heart broke for him and the kids. They are very fond of the dog. I didn't like her (or dogs in general) much so the biggest emotion I am feeling now is guilt. She lost alot of weight lately and has been an extremely finicky eater. So much that we took her to the vet a few weeks ago where they ran some blood test, did a physical exam and pronounced her a dog with a behavior problem, advised us to be very strict about not allowing table scraps and gave some other suggestions for how to retrain her to eat.
Well, I knew she looked terrible, but they prepared us for that. Said she would eat when she got hungry enough. Made sense to me. I knew that when she did get ahold of table scraps she devoured them, so I really thought it was a behavior issue.
Well, we took her in to be cremated today for $80. They offered us an autopsy but we're tapped and it won't bring her back. From my observations I think she had a GI bleed last night, but wonder now if there was some cancer or who knows what.
It was horrible being home. Ryan didn't have time to take her kennel out of the house before he left and it smelled bad and the memories are everywhere. Unfortunately, we also had dropped off our minivan this am so had no wheels to get out of here. Fortunately, our neighbor was home and had no plans so we hung with her and her kids, which was good for getting our mind off things.
When our van was fixed we went to my mom's for the rest of the day.
The kids are great. This is really a learning experience for them, and perhaps a blessing in disguise. They were too little to understand when Grandpa Paul died, and eventually our remaining great-grandmas will die (well, eventually we all die, but y'know) and maybe talking about how the body dies but the spirit lives on now, will make it a little easier when it is a greater loss.
Anyway, I don't know how much longer I can remain an optimist. This has been a tough summer with the car problems, car accident and now this. Dealing with the insurance people has really shaken my faith that most people want to do the right thing most of the time. Anyways, this is just a jumble of my thoughts and I am hot and tired so I will wind this up and go to bed.
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