We took a blow today. Our sweet old dog, Cupcake, went to the big meadow in the sky. This wasn’t a surprise – when we had him at the vet in May they didn’t expect him to live much longer as he was in heart failure. But with the miracle of diuretics and bronchiodialators, we got to spend the summer with him. He was a people dog up until the end. When the vet and tech came into the house his tail started wagging. He just loved his ear rubs and pats and all the attention he could get.
So, while not unexpected, it was devastating nonetheless. Last night his breathing got labored and he stopped eating and drinking. I am grateful that our caring vets could come to the house and save him the added stress of a car ride and being in the office. It is pretty quiet around here. This is the first time since before Dave and I got married that we don’t have a dog. The kids are handling it as well as they can, but they are pretty crushed.
I think we’ve had enough loss for a while.