*sigh*
Getting older...its tough to see in oneself, and tougher to see in one's pets/friends/companions.
When I left Lubbock, fleeing the tyranny of the dreaded Shawna, my only companions were Valerie and Taylor, my Springer Spaniels. When my son was born, they were there as a source of comfort and reassurance. When Andrea died, I was sitting my couch and immediately was surrounded by my spaniels.
It's been about two years since Valerie died, peacefully, asleep in the sun. Carrying her to the car and to the vet was terrible. Now Taylor is having a rough time breathing and I'm scared that her time is coming as well. Not so much for her-she'll be in a better land with Valerie to play with, but for me. Selfish, isn't it? I console myself with the fact that Taylor is still here and still loves to go on walks and does her best to get around, and I don't have to make any tough decisions yet, just enjoy the time she still has with her. I'm just afraid that I'm going to go home and she's going to have already gone...
*Sigh*
When I left Lubbock, fleeing the tyranny of the dreaded Shawna, my only companions were Valerie and Taylor, my Springer Spaniels. When my son was born, they were there as a source of comfort and reassurance. When Andrea died, I was sitting my couch and immediately was surrounded by my spaniels.
It's been about two years since Valerie died, peacefully, asleep in the sun. Carrying her to the car and to the vet was terrible. Now Taylor is having a rough time breathing and I'm scared that her time is coming as well. Not so much for her-she'll be in a better land with Valerie to play with, but for me. Selfish, isn't it? I console myself with the fact that Taylor is still here and still loves to go on walks and does her best to get around, and I don't have to make any tough decisions yet, just enjoy the time she still has with her. I'm just afraid that I'm going to go home and she's going to have already gone...
*Sigh*