The love of a pet, for some people, is indescribably real and strong.
The loss of a pet, for some people, is heartbreaking, gut wrenching.
Journaling, is therapeutic for some people.
Two out of three isn’t bad.
The End Is Near
Category: Second Spring
The Dance
Heading back to the vet to check on Carter.
All that’s in my mind right now is this Garth Brooks song, The Dance.
The pain that is being felt and the pain that will continue to swell, is worth every minute we spent together.
However, on the other hand, the pain is beginning to cut so deeply, but so slowly, that I hear myself thinking, “I’m never getting another Dog.”
“The pain of saying goodbye is too much for a human heart to bear.”
Liver Cancer?
Canine Liver cancer?
We pray it isn’t, but everything points to that or worse.
Our Canine son, Carter, an 11-year old yellow Lab, is trying to stay strong.
And so are we.
The hardest thing I’ve ever done in my life was taking our first Lab, Luther, to the Vet to lay him to rest. Luther was 12 and we had no children. It was gut-wrenching. Luther was our child.
Carter is too. Please pray for us, if I may humbly ask for your assistance.
No One Really Cares (Reality)
Recently had a conversation with a business person about how personal life issues are really of no concern to most employers.
We sort of reminisced about a time, before the recession, when it at least felt like it (even though back then it was the same truth).
Our 11-year old yellow Lab is very sick. Again.
This may be the end.
And then to try and balance that with our son’s incurable disease, aging parents, other Family member’s health issues, and even our own health issues.
Knowing when to talk about things – while it doesn’t solve the world’s “problems”, it does provide moments of solace.
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Life Is Mostly Overwhelming
Life. We love being alive.
We dread dying.
In between, we have to carve out our life. A life that hopefully allows us to not only survive, but also to thrive somewhat.
To have mostly good days, a fair number of “bad” days, and occasionally a few great days.
Bad, good, great. We will each define these differently, no doubt. That’s okay. It’s all relative anyway.
So what’s the point?
The point is, what will today be?