I want to blog about today, but I just can’t. Delilah passed away around 3.15 this afternoon. Oddly enough, when the vet listened to her heart, I kept expecting her to call out “Time of death . . . 3.15 pm” a la Grey’s Anatomy or ER. She didn’t. I have what could be considered the worst headache of my life, brought on by crying far too much over the past two days and not eating much today. I did have the presence of mind to take some pictures today of the girls with Delilah, and I will post them tomorrow. I can’t look at them tonight.
I do want to say thanks to everyone who commented and took the time to share their pet stories with me. It helps. It helps hearing that others have gone through it and think it’s brutally hard, as I do. It helps to hear that others have made hard decisions - knowing that it is best for your pet even when it feels totally wrong to you. Dogs are definitely the bomb - we will have another one day - but for now I’m trying to focus on 15 years of happy memories without turning into a fountain every time. I’ll post the pictures and wonderful experience with the vet tomorrow if I can bring myself to do so.



sending you virtual hugs.
I took a picture of my Riley-cat after he “had left us” (the vet’s words), tucked into the towel I had in the bottom of his kennel for the ride. At the time, I wondered if it was weird or creepy, but I’m glad I did to have the photo ~ the last photo of Riley. His eyes were still open, and he looked so, so peaceful. I have a photo from the day before, with my 14 month old voluntarily giving him hugs & kisses & cuddles. I think she knew his time was ending because she just couldn’t stop giving him kisses.