Monday, November 22, 2010
"I heard the big kids talking Mom and that was NOT a big dog bone!
I could hear the rhythmic rise and fall of my Husband's breathing and knew he was still fast alseep. I stretched and yawned and rolled over to the edge of the bed flopping my arm over the side of the bed to pet my old guy "Buzzy" (a ritual that has been going on for more than a few years now.) I blindly felt around for my fuzzy little guy. When my hand hit the large cardbard box tucked into the corner where the dog bed should have been I felt nauseated and sad all over again. Buzzy passed away yesterday - he wasn't curled up in a warm little ball next to "my side" of the bed anymore .... My little old Shih Tzu had been "unwell" for a long time now but recently seemed to be going down hill quickly. A trip to the vet revealed that Buzzy had a serious bowel disease and he probably didn't have too much time left. Medication and changes to his diet didn't help at all and Buzzy inevitably succumbed to his sickness and died :( The small funeral service we held in our backyard was becoming far too familiar. The Baby hollered "Bye Bye Buzzy" and waved as he was lowered into the hole. The kiddlings shed a few tears and shuffled silently toward the house.... "Can we play outside with the soccer ball!" Nicholas asked enthusiastically? "Yeah!" Hollered Shane "I want to play outside too!" he stated loudly. "I get to go first" challenged Daniel. "No Way! It's MY ball...." argued Shane. So much for the solomness of the occassion .... dying pets and intimate funerals was becoming blas'e to my babes.
A terrifying thing happened only seven days later ....
Posted by Lucy at 8:51 AM