For the last time, I told Fudge, “Good night, old man” as I turned off the living room light.
For the last time, Scott got up early to let him outside.
For the last time, he refused to eat.
For the last time, Sam lovingly annoyed him so much that he came tottering in to find an adult for rescue.
For the last time, he turned around and wandered back outside in confusion, unsure what he was doing inside as soon as Sam left him alone.
For the last time, Caroline kissed his nose.
For the last time, we took his picture.… Read the rest
Sorry for the eyes- the 'fix animal red eye' function of Picmonkey leaves much to be desired
Thank you for eating today’s hot dog. You’ve bought us all twelve more hours until the inevitable. And maybe twelve more after that, if you’ll let me feed you another. This morning, when it took two of us to guide you to the door, and still your legs splayed out four times, I thought we had run out of time. But you revived. Found your footing. Ate the hot dog. The walking, at least, would be simpler if you stayed on the carpet or your bed.… Read the rest
It was a Starbucks kind of morning. I woke up to the sound of my kids yelling at each other, which meant that
1) They had been up before us long enough to get into a squabble (which even for them takes a few minutes) and
2) There was likely something wrong out in the rest of the house.
Oh baby. Little did I know. I popped out the retainer that keeps my bottom teeth from overlapping, pulled on some pants and lumbered out of the bedroom. For the next full minute, all I could say was “Oh my God”. Over and over again.… Read the rest