Autumn, 1987. Boston, Massachusetts
I was recently back from Israel. I’d been gone almost a decade. Much had changed. My friends had half-grown children who I’d never met. They had married, divorced, changed jobs, moved to different cities. The tribe had dispersed.
Garry was in Boston, working for Channel 7, as he had been when I’d left, but we were different. We each had survived wrenching relationships and awful professional periods. Though we’d known each other since college, we weren’t the kids we’d been. Life had beaten us up.
We were in love, not for the first time, but for the last time.
We looked at each other differently. Rod Stewart was on the radio. As I drove around — in the first new car I’d ever owned without a co-signing husband — this was the song.
I sang along. It was how I felt. This time, it was our time.
We have an old dog who has reached the end of a long run and I feel terrible about it. She’s not sick, mind you. Just old. Deaf. Rather blind, too. Her rear end is gone. We have been carrying her in and out of the house for months.
A while back, decided, we agreed to give her this summer and then, send her to the bridge.
It is making me miserable. Because she isn’t unhappy or ill, just less and less mobile. I relate to that. Otherwise, she seems pretty happy. Except that Garry has to get up at dawn to carry her outside, then wait and bring her back up. I’m up a few hours later to do it again. This continues all day, every day. When the snow flies, it will be impossible to manage.
Eventually, we get to this point with every pet. I hate it. Never get used to it, never feel okay about it. It is easier if your fur kid is suffering. Then, at least, you feel it was a necessary thing, unavoidable, timely. This just hurts and fills me with dread.
I’m trying to wrap my brain around it, but it’s not going well. It is making me sad and it’s doing the same to Garry.
Our pets get old much too soon.
NOTE: I was going to post this without allowing comments, but finally decided to leave it be. I’m thanking all of you for you kindness and understanding. I hope you’ll understand that I’m not going to say thank you to each of you individually, but I did want to make sure you all know I am very grateful for the sympathy and concern.
CEE’S ODD BALL PHOTO CHALLENGE: 2015 WEEK 29
It doesn’t get odder than this. It’s a new Oddball Photo Challenge from the fabulous Cee … and I have the perfect picture!
This seemed the perfect place to show off the cool tee-shirts made for us by Bill Brown, my favorite squirrel loving blogger at Evil Squirrel’s Nest. He did a great cartoon a while back which with Skunkette at bat! I loved it. A terrific baseball cartoon with a great motto. And a fabulous punchline.
Friend’s don’t let friends bat ninth!
I asked him if I could get a tee-shirt with the cartoon on it … and the other day, they arrived. One for me, one for Garry.
Here’s Garry, modeling his tee-shirt. I have one too. Next time, I’ll wear mine and Garry can take my picture.