Tuesday, June 20, 2006
Mom: [via voicemail] Some bad news about Holden. He hadn’t been eating for the last three of four days. Initially we thought it was maybe because Allie went back to school for summer training. He’s been acting goofy as heck lately, trying to get up on the chairs, even when I was in the room, trying to get down into the basement. Anyway, today he took a nap and I couldn’t get him to get up. I called Dad and he came and took him to the vet. The vet said it looked like he was in some pain and we could try to keep him alive for a couple of months or put him to sleep. Dad decided to put him to sleep. I’m... I'm surprised. I feel really bad about it. So… there’s no more Holden.
I hope things get a little brighter before the end, its getting emotionally tough to deal with these "A Very Special A Year In Pictures..."
(not meaning to be flip)
This post in your blog made me cry.
So sorry, Arnie.
"May you gnaw eternally from an endless rawhide and lap eagerly from a bottomless toilet."
- Old Irish Blessing
"When I was all set to go, when I had my bags and all, I stood for a while next to the stairs and took a last look down the goddam corridor. I was sort of crying. I don't know why. I put my red hunting hat on, and turned the peak around to the back, the way I liked it, and then I yelled at the top of my goddam voice, 'Sleep tight, ya morons!'"
I never met Holden, but I'll bet he was a pretty cool dude.
My parents put our dog to sleep on Saturday. And they didn't tell me until the next day and I was pretty mad about that cause I didn't think she was sick enough. And my Mom started to regret it, too, wondering if maybe she had months or years left in her. It was not an easy decision.
Anyway, I had this same pain this week, so I definitely feel for you. I hope our dogs are becoming good friends in heaven right now.
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