I took today and the next two days off from a long term sub job to deal with something terribly painful. And by the time you even read this, the worst part may already be over. That's what I'm having the hardest time with -- the idea that life will go on beyond Friday. Beyond something our family is dreading. Somehow there will be a weekend, and then work, and the usual business of life.
This terrible thing is that we are losing our sweet Siberian Husky, Simba. He had started to lose weight last fall when I was walking daily like a madwoman, and at first we thought it was all the exercise. But alas, it was not. It was the dreaded thing that we all pretty much live in fear of: cancer. It took two vets and a pricey ultrasound to find it, but find it they did, and we've known since December that we were living on borrowed time with our sweet blue eyed boy.
We've tried very hard to make his last days with us wonderful. Or as wonderful as we can guess an eleven year old Husky would want them to be. For Simba this mostly includes walks in the park, jaunts in the nearby field and delicious food. We drive him to the park now so that he can use his little bit of energy to enjoy his time there. And I don't think he's complaining about the amounts of fresh chicken and steak in his life. Here are some latest fave pics -- photo cred goes to the kids.
This gives you a sense of where our lives are at, and what we'll be dealing with in the coming hours and days and weeks. I'm thankful we will have each other, and I know that grief gets easier with time, but I know my kids will suffer. My son is especially sensitive to change and upset, so I'll be all over him like a helicopter. Being the mom is the hardest part, really. Making the decision, making the appointment, making us all talk about it. Nobody on this earth loves this dog more than me, but I will be the comforter and the caretaker. Because that's what we do.