I should have posted ages ago, but I've no excuses beyond one. I didn't want to. Last Saturday evening our dear old Bucky, a dog of advanced age, had a stroke. I tended to him all Sunday, and Dad kept him close all Monday, before taking our poor dear to be put down on Tuesday.
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I could say it was his time, but it hurts )
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You reminded me of when my mom died with that story. When my sister called, I traveled to Texas as fast as I could, but I was too late. She died before I got there. It was January and a freak ice storm had DFW all but at a standstill. Looking back, it would have been faster to drive. Once I got there, and greeted my father and siblings, I went into the backyard to see the dog, only to learn that she was gone, too. Dad told me later she had died right before Mom did. He'd just been distracted with other things and had forgotten to tell me. :-( I hope you and yours are doing as well as can be expected. I think of you every day.
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you did not fail your mom. there was nothing more you could have done. since you did everything that you could, then you need to stop berating yourself, hon, because none could have asked more of you.
right now, you're grieving. let yourself grieve, and remember that we are all here for you and we love you. you can always call me or dan anytime. i'd include the boy, but he'd just want to eat the phone rather then babble into it. be gentle with yourself.
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