Oh Jilli. That's wonderful and weird and perfect. And I'm so sorry.
'Objects In Space'
Natter 67: Overriding Vetoes
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, nail polish, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
We took Chloe the dalmatian to the vet tonight because she had been losing a *lot* weight despite eating all her food (which we had been increasing because she was hungry). She had also stopped drinking water about a month ago, but we soaked her dry food and she got plenty that way.
Anyway, we decided it was time, and had her put to sleep.
It was no one thing -- there wasn't renal failure, or a tumor, or anything, but just an aggregate of her gradual decline.
I know it was the best thing -- I would never want her to suffer -- but oh my god, I feel so guilty right now. HUGELY.
And I couldn't be in the room for the procedure. I went in, and was petting her, and when the doctor got the syringe out, I bolted. I couldn't watch. I'm so glad Tim was able to stay.
She was old, and declining quickly. It was time. But -- wow.
Oh, Steph, I'm so sorry.
That's such a Jillimom perfect thing. She's making you sure to get to the Haunted Mansion soon.And you can cry and crack bad jokes and laugh and be in a favorite place.
We've said over and over since this past summer that we knew she didn't have a lot of time left, but still. I would never have been ready, matter when it happened.
Oh, I cross-posted with Jilli -- I think that's a splendid, utterly fitting tribute to your mom. I love it.
Do you think she'd be ok with scattering a pinch there and the rest elsewhere? I think that would be (in a practical, logistical sense) more doable. And I'm sure you already know this, but you and Pete and your dad are always welcome to stay with us, should you ever want to.
Steph, I'm so sorry. I loved all the stories about Chloe.
I'm so sorry, Tep.
Steph, it's hard to not feel guilty, but know you have done nothing worthy of guilt. That will come with time.It's a painfully hard decision, and no matter whether it is the first or the umpth time, it's still really fucking hard.